DIESEL * SPARK * FRICTION

The strike of the match in the blackest night. The unstoppable ignition switch. The bursting into being of the fiercest bud. Drenched in diesel fuel and zipped into a Nascar jumpsuit, the zodiac’s libidinous little lamb strips it down and fires it up, springing seamlessly from the pavement cracks with innocent vigor. You have the emboldened birthright to be here in the first place. Your existence is not an accident. Just say yes.