I  am  inside  while  the sun 

broils  the  sidewalk  to  an 

astonishing 300 degrees C,

hot enough to extinctualize

some lost dinosaurs, but not

too hot for humans because

we are genetically superior.

In the future, us and genetics

will be a thing of the past, but

till then let us thank the God

in heaven (scenically located

3 miles behind the brick wall

at  the  edge  of  our  known 

universe - if you've hit the 

museum of lost space shit 

you've gone too far) that we

've been created in such a heat-

resistant image.

I recall that strange saying

about frying eggs on a side-

walk  which  is  laden  with 

germs and dirt by definition,

but it's not that hot or we'd

be vaporized instantly, like

vapor which we're not despite

some large percentage of our

bodies being composed of

water... supposedly.  I do not

like  people  who  only  use

clichés (but then again, 

probably yes i do) because

I can't get my brain to stop

screaming the word cliché 

and then passing judgments

on the person based on date

of cliché, age, race, and size.

Can't anyone think of some-

thing better to do with the

hot cement?  Like maybe 

melt a goldfish or turn chili

into lava.  Actually, today it's

not that hot out, it's really

very nice out there but still 

I am inside while the sun

broils a sidewalk in the 

amazon.  It's summer and

the breasts are in bloom.