To betray with a kiss. / The reek of Judas. I took the brush to clean my teeth and thought of his mouth. Kiss of life, kiss of death. Isn't it the greatest possible disaster, when you are wrestling with God, not to be beaten. Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming. But then, maybe 'I don't believe in you' is the cruelest way to kill a monster. so it's kind of an imposition; fatal premonition.