Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Wow, so guess who has not been on LJ in a few moths? Guess who also forgot the infuriating new ads?
It's hot here, really hot. These are the days when the heat comes with so much humidity it may as well be raining. This is the time of year when it actually does rain, and nearly every afternoon, though each morning may dawn bright and clear. These are those haunted days that come before summer even begins, when something in the thick, heavy sunlight and the shadows of leaves on the ground tells young mothers to hurry their children inside and lock the doors behind them. These are the days a man walking by a stretch of empty road may see visions of his future or ghosts of his past in the heat haze rising from the asphalt, and weep openly, not caring who may see.
In other words, it's too fucking hot.
I'm Brian, and I approve this message.
It's hot here, really hot. These are the days when the heat comes with so much humidity it may as well be raining. This is the time of year when it actually does rain, and nearly every afternoon, though each morning may dawn bright and clear. These are those haunted days that come before summer even begins, when something in the thick, heavy sunlight and the shadows of leaves on the ground tells young mothers to hurry their children inside and lock the doors behind them. These are the days a man walking by a stretch of empty road may see visions of his future or ghosts of his past in the heat haze rising from the asphalt, and weep openly, not caring who may see.
In other words, it's too fucking hot.
I'm Brian, and I approve this message.