one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood the head of a fox wearing the young writer's body to prop them up
buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege to be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration i get that this is heinous to burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor but i guess that's only half the accusation, in hindsight i was lost and didn't have a map to recreate it