Where do you begin when the beginning seems timeless? When the fire is lit and it burns so good. Eternal and forward. Thrusting past the strawberry soaked boundaries that needn’t be there anyway. Why even have to ask when the unyielding necessity is just there. Organically sensually sinful. Slippery when wet and absolutely nothing lost in translation. It’s all spelled out in the fantasy and the curiosity with no holds barred and no bell to ring at the end. Just a good old fashioned primal fight of the what to do next and how hard should it be. Where and when and who’s the ringmaster this time because the ticket to the freakshow comes with all my monsters baby and they like to be handled. Take it all or take just a bite but you know you’ll want more and more is the offer. But not too much, just enough. Put it on the table and dig in Daddy. No fear here, I’m used to the nightmare. I can tame the trembles. Take the terror and calm the creeps. It’s all part of it and I can handle it. There’s music in the mess and magic in the madness. Anguish doesn’t taste so bad when you’ve got the candy to coat it and don’t mind lapping it all up behind the scenes. But there’s a kick to it indeed. A zing and a zest that only the mighty can master. A reinforced security of the palate that takes away the sting of the swallow. Heavy handed and robust in touch but softly spoken with desired text and sought after script. Word after word and thought after thought no need for the perception of reality because it all depends on where you stand, sit or lay but, for this one, I’d rather kneel.