wolfen.

the moon has been trying to trick me, kids.
yeah.
hiding behind a thick blanket of cloudy crap,
creeping along towards berserker werewolfen fury
like i wouldn't feel it deep inside my hirsute hide.
c'mon.
it's very nearly full to bursting,
and it's not the only one.
time, the elements, and circumstance, neighbors.
a collision of catastrophic calamities,
overlapping in concentrated concentric circles
of spirit and memory and stormswept activation.
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my car isn't broke,
but now i am.
sweet;
never quiet, never soft.....72