mush

so i ran and ran only stopping to avoid getting hit by traffic and soon i was at the beach looking at the eastern anchorage there was a large wallenius wilhelmsen car carrier retrieving its massive anchor ready to head off to yet another port. the sun was massive and angry and everything that could reflect reflected the sun, the sun,the SUN MAN!!! the same sun that would beat down upon the rich and weary and the poor and weary and all the barn animals half a day later in the now sleeping city of acapulco and there and then it’d be referred to as THE ACAPULCO SUN but now it was the singapore sun and i was standing with my face to the sun and all i could think of was man this is an ugly beach so i turn around and point my nose towards what might seem to the foreign eye like a challenge to see how many beemers and mercs can congregate parked in one neighbourhood but this ain’t motorcity dude this is opera estate. so i run through opera estate up onto siglap hill through maria ave and there is an old house with a shit porch and in this shit porch sits two mercs and a sad gate just looking at each other all day now the sun is setting and a forlorn newspaper that was soaked in the morning rain then dried in the angry sun still hasn’t been moved by the hibernating occupants and the million words that make up all articles have turned into mush with no meaning just like this