Spit Therapy

We have initiated the process, of dissolution. Of cannon-bearing. We omit the violence that lurks behind the the thin walls. Waiting for the slightest provocation to come barreling in. We are building up to another moment in the sun, always building to that. We do not don uniforms to suit our vagaries. This is not a scam. We are evangelists for carnality. We are blood-drenched mothers and fathers.