n'est pas

I'm almost finished with V. and I'm wondering why I'm only now just starting into Pynchon. I want to buy everything he's ever written and take in it all at once through am IV, to walk around with a dirty needle stuck in my arm and a tube filled with slow postmodern symbolism. I like it when I run my metaphors into the ground. Don't you? Cause I sure do.
It's so hot outside, it's suddenly and unbelievably summer. The desert does not fuck around with this season. I want to buy Banjo a tiny lifeguard stand, hat and whistle, none of which he will know how to properly manipulate. These are my summer plans! Let it be known.