oddnessmostly

As a voice become ash, ash has been scattered by the hearing of the voice.

This may/may not be my intended language. What other tongues are possible is a puzzle which will render my mind speechless. To be speechless, then. To court some source of discussional oblivion. To parent a growing void in the center of communication's womb.

This thing with words is simply not to be.

That one might smile and be despised or even thought vampiric. Truth to tell, I am an appetite awalking.

Some someone's whet m'mouthbones. Pity is, I can't seem to deny me.