It is very much like a queen to arrive without notice and leave a sweltering raging parade of chaos behind her trestles.
Dear Blustering Queen of Calefactions,
I bow to you. I acknowledge you. I remember you. I need no further convincing of your limitless powers.
Now, can you please cut it the fuck out? My brain is melting.
Do you know what's funny when it's really hot and humid like this?
NOTHING!
My skin looks like caramelized sugar and my fingers are sticking to the keys.
I'm a winter baby. I prefer long nights in muppet fur coats, staring at my frosted breath in moonlight.
But since I'm managed to pull my blue head out of the freezer for more than five seconds I guess I'll stop complaining.
That's what music is for.
I'll just listen to Sigur Ros and sail away with them to Iceland. We'll lick icicles, and build igloos, and roast marshmallows with Bic lighters. Jonsi will start to hum Glosoli mostly to himself as we all get busy arranging chairs to watch the aurora borealis.
I'll light sparklers and let them all know that the Northern Lights really are no big deal, and we have something just like them back at home. Then Bjork will crash the party because she simply couldn't wait to give me the faux swan hat that ties under the chin, that she won at a Thorrablot Festival.
Thorrablot is a month long tradition in Iceland which celebrates the viking heritage. Bjork known for her puerile voice and meek demeanor, will have downed a few too many Thule beers and entered the battle axe throwing contest.
And then she'll tell me about slurred words that turned into threats that led to her taking off with an axe and a faux swan hat that Agust will try to eat because we're out of marshmallows.
Ya see? This summer is not so bad...
My life is assembling into its new fashion.
I'm finally starting to get busy and not really pay attention to the minute alterations, to every single second of my existence, and now I'm starting to feel a flow which is quite pleasant.
In the midst of the Unknown it's easy to find a monster in every corner, not thinking that some of those monsters could be really cute and elegant.
Like a supple swan, frozen before Bjorks' glimmering blade.
*sprinkle sprinkle*
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