By definition, in advance,
still born and in wading,
but we these wounds uphold.
The aroma of warm piss assaulted.
The kind of thing takes gall.
Something in the mechanics. Dynamic…
From the likes. He kept up a fine polish,
cut a fine figure. Lit up quick
and nicely. In the moments,
mere icicles put into words.
What is it about fast-and-loose
makes a man inarticulate, ravenous,
and his eyes roll back?
What is it about fast-and-loose
that makes breath heavier?
I said no one’s looking, not to worry.
The sorry sensation came
without warning.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 
Brutally gorgeous♥