It’s the knowledge that I will one day return to dust that makes the lust in my bones flourish. How could anyone not be amazed that out of nothing comes the ability to be at the mercy of the pleasures of pleasure? It’s beyond me. It’s dumbfounded my tiny mind ever since I was a kid. It dumbfounds me even now—much like everything else. From the void, we appear. We tell our stories; fuck, go crazy, and then to the void we return with a twitch, sneeze and a grin. This spark is what puts the light in our hearts in the days when we can’t even bear the thought of dragging ourselves out of bed. We can be slugs, but we can also be bullets. We are consumed with death, and then along comes a kiss to remind us that there’s such a thing in life as bliss. Squeezing my cock, Meeko beams her smile at me, and the whiteness of her teeth leave me blind. Swaying on the branch, I gasp as the stars pinch my pale, almost translucent skin. Without her, the doorway I seek would forever elude me, but with her by my side, I can feel the wind blowing through its keyhole. It’s so close I can feel it brushing the hair from my forehead the same as my mother once did when I was a child not long out of the crib.

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