Engorged Membrane
It’s the kind of summer-y day that smells of Coppertone sunblock and Lipton’s iced tea, and my co-worker has the shades pulled down to keep it cool inside, but instead it resembles a coffin of sorts.
Symbolism? You bet yer ass.
And speaking of death, Allen sent me this charming link that alerts you instantly to celebrity deaths: http://www.celebritydeathbeeper.com/ "For your blog," he chirped. And so I share with you thusly.
I’m sweating like a snow cone in Phoenix, like a prostitute in church, like a muthafucka, I tells ya, so alas, I must go.
