The Gonzo Wolf

Slowly.

Meticulously.

Villains turned attorney to outlaw heroes.

The master plan from the start of all things.

Here I go again.

Not to face the blockade with devil’s snarl, but to fight alternatively; support group style shit.

The mind grows angry while the body grows old.

Plant the seeds.

Plant the seeds.

Plant the seeds.

Every billow, a blessing.

Every chord, a challenge.

Every soul gets a chance to shine, or else.

The sounds of war grow closer.

Not audibly, but tremors.

A siren here, a cry there, becoming fate’s crescendo.

Americans wouldn’t know what war sounded like if it snuck up and screamed in their ears.

They won’t f’ing like it.

Call of Duty had way fewer death gargles.