Tear back the warm luster of her hair; you’ll discover dreams and plans, deep wantings and shards of glass and broken bone and it’s all for you. Explore and unearth, find value. Create it. You have it with your eyes, hands; your memory owns it as you survey the landscape. Divide amongst other men. Conquer fresh new soil of vanilla scented conditioner and bank account numbers. Set up camp. Break the plates mess up the beds scribble on the recipes. Fill the world with you. It tastes like history books.