Ginger Bread Cookies in an Easy Bake Oven
It's the hottest day of the year. The inside of the house is sagging, walls are sweating, sleep comes in furious bursts, cats sprawled out on floors, soaking in the cool surfaces cooled by the soil. Dreams are feverish, Bridge on the River Qwai, Pierce Broson's character from "The Matador" begging you to be his friend.
Feet dangling in the water, so hot, that heat doesnt register in your head, its in your gut, weighing down your torso as you breathe in the swampy air. Streets are deserted, fans empty on the aisles of the local grocery store.
We are gingerbread cookies in an easy bake oven, it messes with your mind, hallucinations, I am sleeping on a bed of ice cream sandwhiches, listening to Lambchop's new record, Damaged and listening to Kurt Wagner's genlte vocals, and the complex string arrangements, you look around at the world, and its turned on its ear, and the ceiling fans whir continuously, and we keep this up until the heat wave subsides, but for now, Ill take my chamber music with subdued lyrics, a visit from the parents, and the elusive beast known as air conditioning.
Feet dangling in the water, so hot, that heat doesnt register in your head, its in your gut, weighing down your torso as you breathe in the swampy air. Streets are deserted, fans empty on the aisles of the local grocery store.
We are gingerbread cookies in an easy bake oven, it messes with your mind, hallucinations, I am sleeping on a bed of ice cream sandwhiches, listening to Lambchop's new record, Damaged and listening to Kurt Wagner's genlte vocals, and the complex string arrangements, you look around at the world, and its turned on its ear, and the ceiling fans whir continuously, and we keep this up until the heat wave subsides, but for now, Ill take my chamber music with subdued lyrics, a visit from the parents, and the elusive beast known as air conditioning.
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