Caught between the tongue and the taste.
Lava bread makes you passionate.
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
Philosophy - hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.
Desire is no light thing.