The Devil's Kennel (2) By Randall Johnston Transient Typos - The Days The Same and So Is The Horizon     "It's mutinous to think I'd ever amount to anything; when the Devil grins don't smile back. Feign interest in the Devil's Kennel. You won't remember what doesn't exist, along with everything else. My name is Carson Kellings and I have circulated souls, like yours." The man before me kneeled for another other forever over, an intangible tangent of the Shale blue sea. The light descends upon me to still my hands from trembling and avert the calamity within the cliche of my throat, my jaw clicking at the vocoder's rotary cogs attached to my throat, like a bad cliche of breaking budging sounds of the inner mechanics you'd notice holding the knowledge of time. "Barrault fares faults fathomed to feign falling for a flame to traipse and tread on the faint facet of fraying to footprints of fried compliance." Patched in Kin, you might b...