dry-

in recent days, the sun has been cruel upon all beings. the land is as a vast desert all adust and the land scorched and bare. my eyeballs are baked and ready to boil. in all my brilliance, i decide to pay a visit to the water-theme park.

i enter through huge gates, there is not a soul in sight. the baked earth crumbles under my feather-weight foot. i stop in my tracks. i realised i have entered the theme park for free. this revalation does not prick my conscience, instead i go wild and start letting out savage crys of laughter. i break into a babaric fits. i bash the ground in an unruly manner with my tempestuous fist. something has awakened my the untamed and uncultured spirit, perhaps it is the w e a t h e r .