The Red Haired Winged Lion brought with it a daylong gust strong enough to blow all the shit everywhere. Goddamn. Now it is time to begin again to hold every man accountable. It is time for a reordering and opening a mythic hell to put it in. The Red Haired Winged Lion brought with it a portrait of itself to spread amongst heartbroken friends to gather in a draining, wrenching summons asking, “Did you know? Could you have conceived?”
Now the portrait must be burnt and along with it, the music it had made. It is hoped that the wind will blow all the shit away. It is ugly out.