It’s this thing I have to do. My blood drips black, I wear a ring on every finger, my gemstones dazzle in the darkness. Drip, drip, drop on the page, candlewax seal and all. I deliver. I bring the pizza.
Chase me, the dragon says. Come catch me, hombre! He laughs when he says this. Have you ever heard a dragon laugh? I have seen the abyss call out to me, it’s chilling laughter, I say I have seen it.
These are words. I’m stringing them together fancily to medicate your cranium. Those words above these words are words too, and such as such applies.
I know it’s hard. Your way is tough. I know you. Of whom am I writing to, I wonder?
They ask me this. They say to me who is.