neopsychedelic

“The glowing halo of the sainted is the electric pulse of friction, flesh on flesh, the excitement of earthly delights. Thus, the glow is not from innocence or purity or any such moral nonsense, but the glow of the rapture of the body. Every saint is a horny motherfucker, thirsty like a mad one for the Wine of Life. Every saint is also a bacchanal, every saint is in love with sin and that is what keeps each one alive and glowing, the tenacious desire of the body. Engine of heat and light and sound. A saint could power a whole town if you hooked some wires up to those glistening genitals.”