until the heat wave breaks...
...call me Sylvia.
Sylvia Plath.
Driving around in my un-air-conditioned car, I'm like Sylvia Plath 'cept my whole damn body's in the oven.
Crude, yes. I am crude.
posted by aerobil @ 1:56 PM
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Who am I to call you crude? I have a copy of Ariel inscribed by my first lover: "May all your ovens be electric"
Wasn't there something about "mad dogs and Englishmen" going out in the noonday sun?
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