casualties of war

thumb and blood.......back and hip..........that's what happens to both of us when my emotions slip.

Texas....electric-less summers - oh how i loathe/love them

in my memories.....summers so thick and firey you think you may just die in your sleep - as the deafening serenade of the cicadas lul you off to sleepy worlds enhanced my your, warmer than normal, brain and the sweat drenched body and bed you find yourself in upon waking from unspeakable nightmares or unspeakable pleasure throughout the nite...and the day ....there is no escape from that heat.....you must submit to it to survive....let it enter you and become it's lover....you must give yourself to the heat...for you cannot beat it....no matter how much electricity, how many fans or A/C units you install, you still have to face it sooner or later and let it take you....we are both a slave and lover to mother nature and father universe.....to fight the elements is to commit rape upon yourself....unknowingly.

still air, so still you think it's death's shroud roasting everything you see and smell, touch and taste. heat that i release from my body that i disipate into the air is only to be met with another shroud of heat.

i can't imagine anyplace hotter on earth than standing a 150 yr old house with no electricity, in Texas, in august....but i'm sure that hotter must exist.....gotta get worse.