Immorality Dictates

We scorn the domesticated scholars in their unblemished,
halcyon temples, isolated and confined in prisons of
theory and vague conjecture. Tempers violent. Passions
vehement. Uncaged and unburdened, we now see clearly.
Only amidst the sea of refuse shall we find enlightenment
pure. To be righteous we must be consumed by the most
profane. And so we shall descend into the very bowels of
physical consumption. Desperately searching eyes are
blinded by the wild joys of boundless pleasure, writhing in
the excrement of unfettered appetite. We revel in ecstasy
of gratification, the union of opposites, the union of
sames. Mask kissing mask, image caressing image, in the
sty of self-absorbed enchantment. We are unruly beasts
driven by desire. And we delight in our filth. We glory in
the visceral, wholly-felt, wholly-witnessed. We relish
unfeeling, all-feeling detachment. And you know that I
love you. Here and now, not forever. I can give you the
present. I don't know about the future.