We can't escape

the heat it seems. The days drag along with broken ankles as the temperatures rise. With each day of increasing heat the angst and madness of the Savages are driven closer to that one moment. Eventually an uncompromising wave of violence is going to hit the city, like a natural disaster of writhing bodies. Shattered glass sprinkles the streets, the pieces shine like fallen stars, planets and novas. The brutal jungle sits on edge nights like tonight, wandering eyes met with hate, fear, longing, misery, and so on. It's 2:09 in the morning, and the heat wave isn't calling quits.