The asphalt warms under the relentless heat of the noon day sun. Crisp air yet lingers just above, waiting to trap the whispy vapors of steam as they try to merge with the atmosphere. With the slightest breath of air, smoky tendrils roll away, in concert with one another.
The earth is indeed a magical place...if one only stops and thinks about it. Which is why I have such a hard time giving up smoking. If I wasn't smoking, could I have stared at the parking lot long enough to seriously consider adiabatic cooling?
The earth is indeed a magical place...if one only stops and thinks about it. Which is why I have such a hard time giving up smoking. If I wasn't smoking, could I have stared at the parking lot long enough to seriously consider adiabatic cooling?
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Bobby Derrin movie?! Cooool.....
'Sfar as the copious ingestion options...well, true. I am a fan of getting wasted, and definitely a fan of getting wasted and thinking. Seems like a lost past-time, doesn't it? Thinking, I mean.