*between monsoons* ... it's hot again and the sun is out like an angry god (damn you, kneel, sit, beg!) if the sun is a god, then the AC is jesus and you cower in the circle of cooler air but jesus has his price too- and nobody wants to pay the $135 per month salvation bill. but all this dosen't apply to me cause my jesus has been dead all week. ... so i sweat and I grasp at the memories of paradise of that storm last weekend ... the ice shavings have long ago evaporated leaving ghosts behind the mineral deposits spot the kitchen floor