ken and neal and jack and jerry
On some golden back alley in the ghetto slum of heaven, walking west to meet fluid pleasure and infinite holiness and wholeness. Walking wild in wilderness, wild in cities of angels. Walking and laughing and swimming through spirit and energy. Swimming with no human or earthly current to oppose them. Silent in the splendor of heavenly screams of ecstacy. Still in the chaos of orgasmic vibrations and unsteady moral. They've found what they looked for here, but have steaked no claim.