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Note to self: Choosing a fruckin heat wave to take a nihilistic dive totally rocks. Making lemonade, however, does not rock, and here's why. The lemons are warm because they were left out, and the tap water tastes like Port of Tacoma. You'd drink the pool first. You'd dip under and listen to the thumping created by fifteen splashing, screaming children. Your heart would beat too hard, lying in the bedroom in front of the fan thinking up safe ways to skin the lemons. You're trying to conjure up the grey that puffs up in your backyard [the backyard you future-own], where your kids are playing, succumbing to WORLDS. But it burns off in the heat very quickly, and you dont' want to bring it back. It'd reset the fucking trap - and fuck that! Just sit tight, stick it out, and wait for the guy with the AC to show up. Until then, garnish the heat with the lemon peels. It'll help.