the recipe flows sweetly: into a broth of dire fear add pinch of fight and maybe two of fuck heap in chopped stems of flight season with lust and pride stir with a slothful spoon sauté in slick of greed roast in a pyre of wrath speckle with green of envy nurse hunger, then pour it all into a pot of days, one after another what is man, that you are mindful of him a pile of tortured secrets a set of trivial exploits numerator for God single serving of and for λόγος1
- logos / the Word
SOCORVA DE CORB, reformed sinner, hails from Balkan hinterlands, has migrated to the great Lone Star state and now tends to corvid cousins & fears all of the gods.
MAXIMUS 