I'm just out here chasing words. Words are wild, naked creatures draped in fine silk and rough fur. Feral things we pretend to have tamed. They arrive uninvited, clawing at the walls of the skull, demanding release into open air. Some step out polished, gleaming like church silver; others stagger, hedonistic and punch-drunk, still nude and half-formed, too urgent to wait for refinement.

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