November 17th, 2004

Loz Cola

...

She tips the cool fluid to her dry cracked lips... a stream escapes her opened mouth, but she doesn't care. It's too hot to care about anything. The liquid evaporates quickly anyway. She langours near the rotating fan. Eyelids half closed. And wishes they'd spent the money on an air conditioner instead of various take-outs and luxury items. Her breathing is shallow and her mind is only thinking on the heat.
Loz Cola

Ring ring...

Hellloo...


Man I suck on telephones. I don't know what to say. I speak over people. I love the internet *hugs the internet*.

Still, I'm getting better - and it's more fun now that I have someone cool to talk to! Woooo!