it's hot up in here. the radiator is stuck on full blast. my eyes are seared and my lips dry. guess it may be also because i'm sixty-five. damn. the kid olive is flipping out, knocking off my raku vase and the old bottle i found in the lagoon. damn. we're gonna watch let it be when r. gets home from her meeting on death and dying. damn it's hot up in here. reminds me of the pynchon story, entropy. i feel a little maudlin, must be the age we're in, i'm in. i just want to linger happy like a dog til my last walk.