This has nothing to do "Muh Balls"

I have put great thought to it and decided that this era will be known as "RagnaReallyHotOutside".

Honestly its like 107 right now outside, and I live in an attic. I get to wear black shirts and dark heavy pants to work every day, and sit about 3 feet from a giant window that magnifies the sunlight by %60.

I am thankful for the invention of socks right now. Mine are soaked in the sweat from my manberries. I mean they are hanging. Hardcore. I actually have them tucked into the top of my socks for immediate spongelike absorption. Oh so warm, yes oh so safe. I hope I don't get kicked in the calves today.

The skin of my ball sack is so loose right now from the heat, I am thinking about stretching it out and taking some surrealist photographs. Possibly draped over the back of a chair, veins traced with sharpie, or just stretched out in front of a window, with the light passing through it, like some organic fleshy stain-glass window. Maybe one with a baby wrapped up in it, like some fraternal blanket, its eyes red and tear filled from the stinging sweat. I call it "Quiet Agony".