weather & wither leather lithard lother
everyone talks about the weather the weathers the only part of nature thats left weather and sex weather and sex and wellnessproducts sex & wellnessproducts & gyms & weather no ōvids killed gyms sex and sex and sex and weather so lets talk about weather
all im doing these pathetic days is looking at sex forecasts i used to mock those who were devoted to the news and could only talk about the weather but now thats me sex or weather always choose weather we always turn into what we mock its not that i find sex interesting other than that it sounds like whether and is close to wither werther wuther and wather either what ive turned into or the principle of the mocker becoming the mocked or the weather but where ıve flung the circus tent of my body now all there is is weather and so weathers become the pantheon of meaning which it may very well have been for the whonyms i used to cock and it was just ı in my ignorance that was too callow to appreciate their depth and insight you dont understand the sex here the word asperous which ım obsessed with this week everyone needs a wordoftheweek obsession was invented for what the sky does to the earth in this bed and fulfillment of the world
spilled medusa in neptunes maw
outback of an inshack
asperous duvet
softthick monster
forecasts as long as novellas
where am ı? ım in asperokhstan where winds devour and fogs crush and rains feast on whonyms where the official reports say its presently 8 degrees and mostly sunny and in fact its 0 raining and all you see out the window is a thick grey shapeless god where the little asterisks the gov puts on days where theres a temperature anomaly are so frequent the only anomalys whats supposedly & falsely normal where its 3 degrees for 80 hours straight then drops to -10 one afternoon and climbs overnight to +5 where if there arent gusts in the 60 to 100kmhr range you begin to think the world has ended where its colder in march than it is in december and it snows a metre one day and melts two nights later where freezing rain coats the surfaces of the city with scifi lipstick and the place is so hilly everyone tumbles everywhere and ım continually amazed so few whonyms are in wheelchairs where you wakeup to foghorns and you know the oceans just waiting to open its maw and swallow this entire disaster into itself and announce to whoevers listening though no one is that no settlement should ever have been in this land of rocks and shaggy trees this is sex to die for
