I need Mr. Joshua and Mr. Wilder to paint the canvas with the wines of our genesis. Such a fusion is unimaginable to me right now, to see Mr. Joshua and Mr. Wilder gape and splay upon us with their gorged symmetrical bodies as they secrete glorious viscous fluids of the essence would be something beyond trance inducing. It's flavors incubated, molded, transmuted where men of yesterday have never tasted before, a virgin musk that must be properly savored inside our wet ingress of life. We know not from our sensations, we know from our experiences as we trespass on divinities unknown paving the way to our abstracted transcendence.