fervency nudity ecstasy perpetuity it all compels me to the greater comedic bitterness of Knowing myself through taste, touch, smell. i need to taste everything i need to feel the world through my teeth. fervency. every emotion is deep inside my chest and it scratches painfully hard when i let it fester. nudity/ everything is bare and minimalist in the wasteland of the soul, it can only be tragic. ecstasy. the release of passion into the nude wilderness, the becoming of the perfect infestation. perpetuity, it all happens right now, always, wrongly, certainly. it is everywhere and it pulses and it repulses me










