Hello, readers, the few and mighty.
September is not an easy month for me. I’m writing through the days as best I can, but posts might be irregular for a while. Hopefully your state isn’t on fire like mine is. California, the Golden State? More like the Burning State.
your gods knocked on my door this morning.
the lions yielded, the lions let them in.
they spoke in a language of bone and hurt.
some girls need that, some girls like that —
but I want better.
some men want bone, some men want hurt —
so I spoke in a language of silk and light.
the lions listened, the lions began to roar.
your gods died at my door this morning.
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