Like a proton of light energy strapped to your frontal lobe... ... going up, out of control, snowbarding on white dazzling sunlit snow...faster than light, twisting, turning, rocking, throbbin, punch the air, head bangers and mash, mellon whakin, shaking, breaking, super dooper ego shredding, surfing the nrg... riding the high wave, one with one... and flowing like luminous gas... mercury bubbling...ripping scorchers from heavens hell, not for the incontinent, or aliens with twitches, but witches welcome, Brujas and flying sorcerers, a zillion angelic articles trancing on a pin head. Emerge and lyserge when you have the urge adjust your bean bag, get comfy, but have your dancing shoes close by that moment when you catch the wave.