Thursday, June 21, 2007
SunDouche
It’s like staring directly into a bright summer sun with dilated eyes. If that sun were a spikey haired douchebag with Hasselhoff chin.
I stare, and I can’t look away. It is destructive, damaging, horrifying, yet transfixing. I feel the dancing sparkles of decaying vision as my cones and rods are fried by the radiation, yet I can’t tear my eyes from the spectacle.
Make it stop… someone make it stop…
