Recently and perhaps fortunately I have been fucking my demons regularly, cradling close such warm fluid narcijism. It hurts. Some such things were at first merely cold balls lingering, sticking to my stomach lining. They unravel in the heat of love and truth. But because the heat pushes down between my chakras, because my eyes are wilting and I am translucent, I ache push away snap bite snarl-

-whoa hey now. Do the stars have tails or am I seeing trails? Howling, howling feels so good.