is it ire or indifference.  we cannot speak in this manner to find out, dragging far too often this palaver of emptiness.  harried, spear-tip tongues will lash with effort.  i may fail again but a smile finds my face.  a caustic dark, concurrent with a river of shit bleeding profundity.  my bones have melted into forms unfamiliar and God has turned my ankles, so i limp as a foe opened upon foreign shores.  stoned in bat country, my vampyre is a sulking bitch, chewing the fat on my shoulder. makes everything blurry.  understanding is a slow death, change is gonna … Continue reading ire or indifference?