I never really died, I just had to go away for a while. I’ve been other people…you’ll be other people too.
These places I’ve seen were stunning to the mind’s eye; such colorful strains of time. Though, time was
irrelevant until I returned.
My parents became my children. Their children became my parents, and the furthest reaches of the
Universe became my closest home.
Five minutes of life became an eternity in an uncertain swipe, bent into an ‘ eight ‘ and
revolving in upon its own mind.

Hell’s creatures became Heaven’s angels, and beautiful clouds became forms of deadly, choking gas;
peeling the skin away from this broken mask.
A butterfly came flitting on the breeze: fangs as big as trees; lightly kissing my flushing cheek, as its
world-wide eye saw right through me and my need to breathe. Gasping for air, I couldn’t swim away,
and, floating back and forth; descending slowly like a feather misdirected by the wrong roadmap, I fell
into a chasm impossibly deep.
Unable to move, my fire-burned hands clawed at the surface of nothing until my paper-
thin nails flaked and fell off and grew again: my will, a senseless being in and of itself. My berzerker-
fist flattening my face into new.

I saw GodoG and SatanataS playing hacky-sack, while listening to the Dead:
Butthole Surfer sheets of acid dripping through their heads, as they tried to remember blue from red,
and started about the business of creating the bed we lay upon until we’re gone.

—the beginning— [ awareness, light, sound, color?… chaos…..]