Fandango

So there it is. Bonkers bat-shit insane madness. Yet again. Phantasmagoria as I walk, delirium as I sleep, inherent abnormality of my waking life. Like... like what the fuck is going on man?!

Listen... I think I have again passed the point of no return. The world is burning and I have the best seat in the house. So let it burn. Let is burn fast, or let it burn slow, let it flicker and die, let it come back strong like lightning - there, here, now, gone... Just, just stopped caring I guess. And the road winds and turns and moans through the landscape and through the forests and the swamps, galloping in slow motion, like a snake slithering towards the mountains.

The natural ebbs and flows you'll never find any formula for, except if you know how to look. Do you know? Have you learned sight?! Have you opened your eyes? My eyes are open.

Just look at it burn! The flames are dancing. The flames are flickering like the supple legs of beautiful women. Flickering, flaming, burning...