biomorphic shapes of transmutation of unimaginable impulses gazing into your glazed eyes and scarlet lips so obscure and profound of great depth far reaching and penetrating subliminal seduction unconscious space of liberation and evolution of intuition and irrational sticking pins into voodoo dolls overwhelmed in everyway...blasting off into outerspace like a rocketship being sucked into a black hole into the great unknown... of the ego and the id in a nihillistic world of dada i believe in the impossible...be bold have mercy tread lightly upon the razors edge of ebb and flow... god or not? i was born to be wild...