Clean

The guys hanging from the bars have toes coated with blood - their blood possibly, dripping from various holes in their arms and thighs. The snakes rise and swallow - I feed them ipecac afterwards so they can return to the marshes and swampholes clean.

Morning...

The city is astonishing in the rain - gray tones undulating as they ward off threatening pastels. When the lightening penetrates the darkened sky, the sky that should have cast dawn upon the expectant clocks, you know that you are living in a world unto itself, a die cast model birthed by star burst laughter. Blood, spill at the first peach grove to preserve that orgy - welcome thus to every soul seeking nomad and their vein splitting mentor.