demon_killer_sake stork daddy we battled the demon with unchosen simplicity into the deep kelp forest black depths of the complex night. dry, dry, the liquid sky is taken by us into dry. breaking every sensation down into the bottleneck of a single astringent swallow. this is how we do away with facts and the fog induced by them. this morning, the remnants of the demon remained but fading i remained but fading more slowly - outlasting the demon is the best we can momentarily accomplish. we look, we laugh, we flirt over our heads - dry dry the liquid sky knowing it will spill out again the moment the swallow is past. 050307 what's it to you? who go blather from