It is like this immense heat is roasting and cooking me up. I lean and lie down straight on my seat with my stomach, and with this said and made clear, I lift and then arch and bend myself back upwards so that I am finally able to spill and splosh in some bit chilly sweet icy wine straight into my anus. Everyone around seems to be dressed in sweaters and jackets and warm but snug coats, while I myself, I feel so abnormally and strangely hot in this coat of mine that I have no other option other than to take and slip it away from me. Perhaps; perhaps not so! These moments are so wonderful and beautifully glorious they do not deserve to be thrown and laid off just like that. Everything here seems all fine and very much enjoyable. I sigh and heave out.
