scalesofascorpion

With what words can I possibly explain the inner workings of my mind beyond the purge that I will have splayed for all to see upon this page? These are the ramblings of an avalanche that has compiled, corroded and begun to ooze from my fingertips as a sticky resin that stains and leaves its stench burned within my senses. So, the words come, ideas linger, processes are accelerated and perhaps I feel an atom or two of relief.