it's so hot.

to the cheek of the dead asses society now present in ATC: i'm sorry i couldn't make it (shoutout to deej: i'll crash boys' night out just to see you). i'll never forget the day we asses almost burned down pisay-- we were toasting marshmallows in the field, reading whitman. today is kinda like that golden day. so bright, it's unreal.

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there are days that burn so clearly
they render themselves in sharp relief

memories are etched in light and shadow
as the sun writes itself on skin

and every stinging detail is set in
higher contrast than reality
while every second ticks louder than the last