Ass-to-mouth, but Chanel works, too. A global brain and nothing for chance... and degraded objects of course. Implicitly sad and right... There is rumbling everywhere, and tension. It seems they still exist, those things you can’t talk about. Sparklers would be good. Brightly coloured, anthropologically glistening confetti, in which furious vibrations scantily flutter down between emotional artefacts on the horizon of arousal.