PREFACE

what be I but the feeling that create I each momentary sensation creates a moment of I chains of feelings create the illusion of a core I the I exfoliates out of sensations ah so bring on the most exquisite feelings thru lust and desire thru intoxications rapture burst forth the most exquisite I dive into desires wallow in the flames of lusts fires for there be in those moments of exquisiteness the most sublime I in sensations o’erubundance lies the full life where the I be at its most heightened aliveness to have the most heightened life where the I flares-gem-like for with no feelings no sensations then we cease to be an I we die