It's. So. Hot.
The flies are wearily buzzing around.
It's. So. Hot.
My sweat makes a 'plop' as it lands on the ground.
It's. So. Hot.
My clothes are piled up on the floor.
It's. So. Hot.
I don't think I can take it much more.
It's. So. Hot.
The nights are warmer than most days.
It's. So. Hot.
Stay out of the sun's rays!
It's. So. Hot.
My pen's starting to perspire.
It's. So. Hot.
This notebook's catching fire.
WhatWhyHow???
This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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