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“Warped wire men are gazing at an intricately woven lattice ballgown. It is voluptuously shaped into the feminine form – a matrix murmuring dark, wet, shimmering summer secrets of fertility and life force.

The hungry men blush and cry red-hot tears of remorse. The red line that runs through all life is disappearing. Burnt coffee replaced the sensual smells of intimacy, sandalwood, jasmine, and musk.” – In A lizard’s flickering tongue