it was a hot freaking day that
didnt relent when evening fell
its orangemustard sky darkening bit by bit to a befouled noir negligee
that the full moon couldnt penetrateno moon
inside the thermostat readout hit
99 before noon
early afternoon he looked
again
it felt hotter but the reading didnt budge 99 he
tapped itthats what you do when mechanical things dont respond you encourage them gently sometimes tap harder bang slap curse it like violence is going to make the difference with an inanimate
being we treat it like its human
what
does that say
he tapped it Oh well
he may be wrong maybe it just felt hotter
hour and a half later he tapped it
again 99
thirtyforty minutes later tap still
99
You’re brilliant aren’t you,
asshole?!
he lived for these moments when he berated himself he tended to be a fast studyrarely had to be
told a second timeshown a second time
It’s a digital readout, see, it only
provides two digits.
Why were you tapping? See if someone was home? in a little plastic box
mounted on a wall. Hello, hello, hello, is
there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home?
Pink Floyd
Excellent. So you haven’t lost
your grip, you are sane. Do you recognise that tapping on it was stupid?
In my defen . .
.
. Pleading a defense?
Yes I rent I rarely pay attention to the temperature but it was getting hot in here
Okay, Nelly, keep on your
clothes.
Fuck you
That’s my boy, firing on all
cylinders now. Or only now that you know?
Eventually it would have dawned on me
Gotta thank you for me? Your
parents raised us to be polite.
he sighed because
he was right
Thank
you as
lackadaisical as a thank you could be delivered
You’re welcome.
You can always take
a cool shower, cuz I know you’re not running the Air.
No I wont
A brilliant idea
Yes. Not so brilliant. You did it
as a boy. Took cool baths.
Yes I did Thank you again
It’s what I live for.
he ran a cool shower
left the lights off
when he finished drying he dusted himself with baby powder
slipped on fresh shorts and
tshirt
Cool, man, real cool.
Air will never compete with
simple animal pleasures
2109, Saturday,
5 9. 20
1657, Sunday,
13 9. 20
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