• I suppose in the word of the Blair, you are my “taste” When I taste you I taste a story, a life, not just a flavor or a smell, but a whole array of senses. When I taste you I taste black coffee, bitter, an after taste of the darkest of chocolate. I smell sand, dirt, musk, old books papers scrolls ancient incense from time long forgotten. When I taste you I see gold, silver, ivory, ebony, I see the world and all of its most meaningful wonders. I hear screams and songs intermingled in some debaucheries orgy, chants of dark and black magics cursing souls that will never see the light of day. I feel the sun on my back, numb but burning. When I taste you, I feel you, I feel alive like never before
    Nirvana
    Peace
    Death
    Life
    Lust
    Hate
    And love
    All things you have given me in one sip
    Why then should I not hunt you?

    Sacha Vycros on Beckett when asked the obvious