The Curious Adventures of Angela Christine

Because I want new words like I want new blood, like I want new teeth, new elbows, new claws. Because I am sick to death of the whiny moan, the sad heart, the hopeful tales, because enough is enough, because when is growing up, because don't be a child - magic is real, fool, because words are so thin and bone and I want ripe and round. Because, oh, because, ah, because ah, ah, ahhhhh. God almighty, a new thing rising up.