The Odious Stench Of Burning Flesh, or Summertime In The South!

I’m not sure what weather conditions are like in whatever part of the world it is that you find yourself as you read this, but things are pretty miserable around here. For those who don’t know, I live Deep In The Heart Of Texas. Well, maybe not quite so near the heart, if you want to be specific about your lyrical metaphors. If, for example, the heart is roughly around the center of the state’s anthropomorphized body, then my city would be located somewhere in its pelvic region. It would be deep, though. Very deep. Gastrointestinaly deep, along the lines of a lower intestinal blockage in the Lone Star State’s digestive tract. Deep In The Heart Of Sewage! The summer days around here are miserably hot, and almost every exposed surface radiates its own special version of the sun’s awful intensity. Inverted mirages are everywhere, as blurry wisps rise up from the ground, the asphalt, the concrete and the metal of the world around you. They rise to gently waft and shake the background just above whatever it is you’re looking at in the foreground, and the world feels a split-second away from apocalyptic combustion. It’s as if Autumn has come early this year, only it’s killing with heat rather than cold. Plants and trees are shedding dead, brown leaves as they remain rooted in the dried and powdered...

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