love bombs and bangkok traffic

Living in Bangkok gives certain things the flavor of death.  Coming home from work every day makes me feel like I have dipped myself in a hot and sticky soup of disgruntlement.  Cars and motorbikes whiz past and blow their warm exhaust on my skin, making me feel like I am constantly being farted on.  On the trek home, it is not unusual for me to feel like I could have goosed death because it was so close.

Yum, commuting!

Onto these love bombs; they look cute but their aim is to slice and disembowel before blowing any survivors into smithereens.