All In All, I'd Say, The World

I Rot On The Wall, My Own Dorian Gray.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

Take Adultery Or Theft. Merely Sins. It Is Evil Who Dines On The Soul, Stretching Out Its Long Bone Tongue. It Is Evil Who Tweezers My Heart, Picking Out Its Atomic Worms.