Heat, the steady increase of temperature and inevitable result of a puddled mess of any substance.

This is where we stand yesterday and today. Pooled masses of flesh bone and blood slipping along pavement toward our destinations of arctic heaven. The mercurial movement ending in res-solidification of parts, mass and tissue in a cryogenic like chamber in the form of house, car, or in most other peoples cases, work.

But today we find ourselves melding to our high back, pleather covered reflector disks,
To hot to move but to hot to stay stationary. Forearms bonding to laminate wood-like substance only to be torn asunder and re-connected a few moments’ later rinse and repeat.

One must wonder as the individual walks from the glacial wasteland of the first floor why the ascent up the burning steppes and onto the middle of the fiery abyss why it is only that level in which you must reside that has taken on the attributes of the layers of hell.

And like hell or whatever dark and fiery punishment you fear there is always the opposing factionary station located above that where you reside.
In this case the 3rd floor, taking on the glorious features that which we are denied here on the 2nd, like being denied the presence of the glorious afterlife you seek the loving embrace of a frozen landscape

Yep, thats it
Everyone and there mom has one so I must to
My goal in life for today is to waste more bandwith and storage space in order to make others storage purchases justifiable.

no baby, no sleep, no game

/snore