WE DO, DON'T WE, WHAT WE CAN
Welcome to the hottest place on Earth. It's a small town. Rockets arc overhead. Or they may as well arc overhead. This is suburbia and it is hot outside. Everyone's neighbor has a swimming pool and they're fucking clean and blue as crayons. We all drink gin from beaded glasses. The skies are red all day. Or they may as well be red. All our cars are parked in the sun. The UV rays bake dust to their clearcoats and increase the rate of offgassing.