Submit to the instinct, savour the sins of the flesh, praise be the Lord, rouse the abbess. Peel the skin off my back with your daily manicured fingernails. Pant for more. Make me believe. Then talk to me about eventualities punch-drunk and don't ever mention the mess.


We are the vocal majority of a new age, a breed much more philistine than anyone imagined. We live for the moment and victimize the innocent. We alchemise the visceral into something less than grotesque. And make no mistake, we indend to buy you out. Come nightfall, you will know all the things you have longed for. And you will have ample time to reflect.


Uncomfortable? Don't you have your ways of coining more terms to alleviate the embarrassment? Don't. There is enlightenment in being reduced to an animal. A combination of passion and betrayal? Guaranteed to spell disaster. There is love in this. There is even peace.


You will understand.


"For it is written, I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent. Where is the wise? Where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? Hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?" - Corinthians 1:19.