Untitled - July 02, 2002 As the sun sets in a fiery haze of red, the heat is unforgiving in its harshness. The need to simply surrender against the blazing warmth is dulled by the slick feel of icy coldness against the surface. Slowly, everything melts under the heat, gradually forming a pool of sweet liquid - that is yielding to the touch. Every dab, every flickered look garners another - until it becomes an unceasing need for contact against heated flesh.