oversurprised guy

small and dry and roasted. the gunge has decended into pockets of drain and the drips hang steady overhead. a flock of red ones arrive with large pouty lips, armed with glossies and malboro. withered bubbles errupt, sucking out moisure with every breath. there is no where to hide from this heat, no power. even the breeze is warm and brings no relief. locals look us over curiously until a smile beams back, then is retaliated. warmth all around, chilli in the crowd. mountains looming over lakes, showing off almost. go and rest.