in he would float , off to a realm of sweet delights , licking them and pawing them and hoisting himself upon their moons , sweet flesh of their pale asses , hoist himself and with strokes like hacking a tree hed lose himself in inexpressible moments until he lost awareness of where he was , of who he was and fall , collapse , drop like a rock , crash like the speared hurx into a thorn bush ... plump down beside them .