{some losses cannot be paid}
I have to get it out of my system...
the fear of broken antennas poking around my bed,
experimental strains of wholehearted strangers with exposure scales too dim to revamp an ash-hungered animus
and, why not, cartographers with guns.
i'm
always
late
no use in further splicing remains of dragons with exhaust fumes.
this could be longer but it isn’t.
