Treasure all the things you do not deserve. Every slender bone and gentle curve. The calm that you found in each iris… That some day, if you have not already, you will undoubtedly find absurd. Desire every inch of skin clung tightly about every beautiful frame. Devour every part of the wild and violate all those we may never tame. Tear down all those we know by name. Consume ever inch. Erase every degree of humanity with all due voracity. All things are fleeting. Lady time is a fiend. We all know her by the lash. She waits for no one. Drives us to terror. Desperately. Gnawing at fleshy vessels… Demanding nothing short of immortality. Cowardice. Are we so empty…?

We men are wretched things. All possession and greed. Suspended upon strings. Those who are sweet are used first. Those who are sweet suffer most. Treasure all things you do not deserve. Someday these fractures will only remind us… of those we knew first… Whose bare skin we marked the worst. We grind the finest of things into the dust. At this velocity there can be nothing else.