Kissoon's Loop

Liar. How goes the Hunt; how flows the acid you spit daily from your White mouth? How roils my vitriol through your weak constitution? Had I...

throttle my rattling brain to rubber my caterwauling soul to ember. limber are my limbs akimbo battling to breathe the gutt'ring ...

I have lost my voice. I have no voice. As it were with the little mermaid-- to be voiceless is to be soulless. Yet no sea-witch has abscon...

It may be the time of year. I taste salts and hues of blue, sans green of decency. I am reject; abject; deject. Cold floes break away to m...

The room was dimly-lit. There were groups of people buzzing; floating amidst them was you. I sat, at the bar covered in leather, and scrib...

I have been over and under it, honey-- I've been subject to its subjectivity, and I've learned to live through, rise above, and over...

Back-space. Error. Please try again. Here we are at Ten, old friend. We always come back to this comfort; and now we corrupt—time to r...