*******, buddy, *******... Thinking long, entrailed thoughts on outside, outside the party persona; But give the witch just a moment to disembowelment. Letting it wash over you. Letting it pass. And the stereo of the laughing with the still of dark, of night-- whichever has me more at more mercy.
And I join the fire-fed party light, and give myself to historicization. Will the definitive verse make it clear, the enunciation articulating the moment? the many disembowelments, too many to care