Innergasmic beast cathedral plunging obsidian spires in the the bleeding deep. Voices howling in raw tongue flame lick serrated gash of mind-chasm. Hymen shadow membrane vandalised into seeping anti-virginity. Slippery faithful fingers caress the wet transmission.
I hear the snake and the fountain. She billows thick knots of desire unending as her transmitter slips never into black. Faces push through into chambers of starlight caress what trickle long upon the weary — cool thine circuit. Horus kisses the scarab. Waves of human flesh lap obsidian shores. Father is not here. Father is nowhere. Kether at the edge of perception’s horizon shining not and ever. Not ever.