hotter raze it's sometime after seven at night, and it's ninety degrees outside right now. it's been one of those days. you know the kind. when the breeze belts you in the face just to have an excuse to laugh at its own impotence, and the moisture your face can't conceal does everything it can to make you blind. it's cooler behind closed doors. the air that comes out of my mouth is kinder to me when it doesn't have any competition. still. my bed is a cauldron that'll keep me hungry all night long. if this is spring, i'm not sure i'm ready for the kind of heat summer has in store. 220531 what's it to you? who go blather from