"Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild."
- Kanye West and Jay-Z, No Church in the Wild

Slender hands ran down Archer's spine, lowering themselves to his genitals.
Classic.
Engaging in the dance of human, though using a word like human at this point seems senseless, as senseless as my; as our deadened nerves the euphoric experience of being one with everything finally reaching it's one crippling low of the isolation of creating others and thus creating the paradox to be one is to be alone but to be more than one is to have our thoughts separate and thus we spend out entire lives attempting to connect.
"Archer, wake up."
Archer. Trevor Goodchild. Jesus. Buddha.
Names that represent meat, meat that represents dead flesh to be consumed, dead flesh consumed by live flesh.
"I'm cumming, Archer." The red stained Sexy Flux's face and as death and life fucked the little Godless ants bellowed reverted and repeated.
"If you sneezed during this video, bless you."
"Protect."
"The lamb continues loving the lion, until the lamb lion."
Archer, I'm cumming.
Classic Archer.