föstudagur, september 03, 2010


Too hot for anything, even too hot to muster earnest prayer for rain. You have to keep lapping water merely to retain the privilege of being drenched with sweat. Last night was the same. Floundering in the salty bed, unable to push off from the insomniac shore, you found yourself making pious promises to anyone with the power to grant you a merciful drowning in sleep.

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