To the liver, lover and digestion. "Our home within the blackest mystery, and yet we are here, illumined and burning more light, making hot love, fucking the deepest holes in times terrestrial mess, and she is getting hotter and hotter, belching from mouth and arse, speeding, some climax, this is not a fever, we all burn inside her to keep the coldness of our larger nature outside, but darlings sweet carbons there are many ways to have the world squirt and quiver and shake. If these are our last moments, then take your time to make her cum... Every branch leaf and rock, the ends and ins of lust, and even the radiowaves, trucks and planes, the locomotives of her loving pains saying, slow down and fuck me into space." - Jatsokostaj