Stupidity is only half of it.

Imagine driving down a road where there are no cars. Now imagine doing this with the aircon off, and with the windows open, and with a cool, steady breeze thanks to the 120kmph speed you're driving at. Then imagine the streaks of light as they pass by. Then imagine not wanting to look to the side not because it's dangerous, but because you already know who's there anyway.

Goddamn it. That's impossible with the weather we've been having lately. Friggin rain splattering all over the place.

So i leave y'all instead with this. a Brialliant poem/song as performed by Bjork.

(some people say this is from a poem by e.e. cummings, but I think they mistook this song for another one.)

Desired Constellation

It's tricky when

You feel someone

Has done something

On your behalf

It's slippery when

Your sense of justice

Murmurs underneath

And is asking you:

How am I going to make it right?

With a palm full of stars

I throw them like dice

Repeatedly

I shake them like dice

And throw them on the table

Repeatedly

Until the desired constellation appears

And I ask myself:

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

How am I going to make it right?

(ad infinitum, until the rain drowns everything else out)