To Brian...

That vacancy tugging omni-directional begging me to fill it...

Some delicacy with maggot lips and a shotgun tongue ruminating with neon delight, candyfloss brains shriveling in the cold of choked up clouds, dilapidated veins sucked dry blanketed with carrion, that vapid drained river of a vein, that ganges of addiction squirming around like some dancing cartoon avoiding bullets, avoiding that needle prodding its lifeless tube of disaffection...

A charred volcano of cocaine infection reaches upwards from the ecstatic entrance of his peach forearm and the eyes sit back in the fleshless hollowness of a marble skull...

Give me that you despicable wretch!
Insufflations and then a resurrection of a dragon studded with emeralds and stars slithering across the cerulean firmament. He turns. He tosses me a parabolic smile but I can't seem to understand...

I will not understand.