As she started out her journey for inasinity, for a quiescent pulse, for a reluctant beer, for a infinite patch of homecoming, for impeccable masterbation beside the mighty Everest, for a ruthless night of death and fall..

He felt something out of his stomach, out of his ribcage, out of his bags of cosmos…he went on to become a blistering lover…

A nest full of nomad sex and some packs of unadulterated ciggerates…a nutritious love.