If I could count the number of times I heard that, I would choose not to.
As the sun impresses itself on my bumpy face, I choose to ignore it.
I'm fucking hot and these brink third worlders have no concept of what is appropriate behaviour.
It makes sense to them and I guess that's all that matters.
My heart beats heavy from the warmess of the wind.
The heat penetrates my existence, I can't run away.
I choose to ignore the sun, like I choose to ignore half the children and their bashing questions and comments.
Any questions, comments?
