vehemence

I had a dream that we all lay intertwined. Our bodies a massive human sculpture layed out banquet style on a table draped in shear fabric. Blood and viscera decorated the spaces between us. The color of our long dead bodies the eerie green of old tarnished brass statuary. We were beautiful, faces wracked with the throws of both pleasure and pain. An anitomica mortis. Had Da Vinci been a murderer, we would have been his masterpiece. We were beautiful.

....and that is why I need more sleep. I mean damn!