fire_and_water this should be rillian the devil's garlic breath is hot and obtrusive in my face as i lean in to seek his advice. when i think my intentions are holy i walk forward tripping on my own folly, his sharp pitchfork stuck fast in my ass. there is fire coming out of my mouth. words are flying arrows dipped in flame. i'm aimlessly shooting at scarecrows and straw hearts are recklessly set ablaze. i retch water in a languid attempt to extinguish my careless emotional damage but there's nothing remaining but smoke and ash. what can be done but to dirty the fingers with regret? 040224 ... egger stings deep in the moment. 040224 ... crOwl moreso, fire and ice. 070205 what's it to you? who go blather from