grendel_kin

i shared a night recently.

it was tender, tawdry and titillating.


there are words i could throw around, giving my would be readers a smattering of images and feelings, but i have not the skill to capture the sound of those early morning echoes ringing true in some unnamed alley. i had almost forgotten the pleasure of a momentary collision of two dandy souls.


....."i wonder where those stairs lead to?", said the wily illustrator.

"there's only one way to really find out.", slurred the drunken god of indoor thunder and lightning.

........and so our heroes began to climb.



i wrote more than i intended, but occasionally memories have their own agenda.

aloha, kiddies.