PINK WITCH LICKERS writhe beauty. They are born of digital wealth and crystal dreams, of sunsets melted to cream (thighs spread) on summer beds, summer lovers, and the exploration of ecstasy as art. This is a gonzo horror love-drop in which we crawl the pink to the soft beyond of language. Tenderized, the heart peels like a fruit under scalpel lines. Self-harm and arm hairs tingle. Dip fingers into the mouth and extract the flesh-word of the future in love. She’s here. They are all here. Pink...