“Wind slits the air’s throat and howling screams gush with transparent blood. Crusted, old wis
“Wind slits the air’s throat and howling screams gush with transparent blood. Crusted, old wisdom bows under the unsparing whip of raging subjection. Tear-soaked, papery fingers tremble for mercy and blinding strafe thumps to break them. Roaring revolt fills the air as it stabs the tyranny of artful endearment.” -- source link