Sometimes, like when one's synapses are overheated and misfiring, it's just easier to write half-assed poetry than try to string together a few coherent sentences to make an actual post. This would be one of those days. If we're all hot, we might as well be interactive. Your task today is to write a poem on the subject of ungodly heat. I can't promise to send you a block of ice as a prize, but you'll be amply rewarded somewhere down the road. Karma will see to that.
Hazy heat wraiths rising from the pavement
Undulate with wild abandon
Like lost souls, reaching for heaven.
But they find no surcease, not on Earth,
Not in July, and they will descend into
Hell if need be to find release,
And they will take you with them,
No questions asked.
"Bring me ice!" cried the sweltering queen,
"July's holy grail. Bring it in great frozen blocks
and your reward shall be ... inside duty."
I'll give you just a short list of Words Gone Wild blasfomys to study in TWISTED LINGUISTICS lab. Do what you can with them.
I study my Bible and mediate on it
And now, get thee into the presence of air conditioning, that marvel of the modern world, and stay cool!