Rage of the Bull Mastiff Somewhere inside me there crumples a memory; of fury and vengeance. The rear-view mirror serves as a witness; the flat-white fender: an accessory. Screams rip through the grainy dusk, while hues of iodine orange and crimson caress the bone and crucify the mind. At first glance, it’s hit and run; [...]

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