| Merle ( @ 2008-05-16 13:00:00 |
| Current mood: | tired of the heat |
| Current music: | Violent Femmes, "Blister In The Sun" |
a letter to the sun
Dear Dreaded Baleful Ball of Fire That Hovers in the Sky Every Day,
Apologies if I caused offense in giving you that title. While accuracy is important, I would be content calling you Taiyo-sama, if preferred. Or just Sun Boy.
Anyway, I'm writing because one worships and placates gods primarily in order to get them to go away. You're powerful and all that, but us peons just want to live in peace. Given the horrific heat wave yesterday, I would like to offer you a sacrifice to get you to move on to some other part of the country. North Dakota, perhaps? Nobody much cares what happens to them. You can have Guam, too.
Unfortunately, you do not seem to have a Facebook presence, so I have to guess at the sacrifices you might want. For now there is a glass of water on the windowsill: perhaps you can see it? It's for you. Just go away.
No love and fewer hugs,
merle_