Broad Casts

Do I trip the light fantastic, you ask, all evidence on display apparently not sufficiently making the case for just how electric this tango flies as we cast net over the spirit midnight radio somewhere in the outskirts of Phoenix. The marvelous Mojave lit phosphorescent in the dangerous, high voltage neon rainbow shades. This canyon achieved depth by the addition of tributaries to the subtraction, destratafication, re-territorialization. We're on fire in the disco and those are snakes that are our hair. What dance craze is this? Midnight spirit radio broadcast: Super Soul Train. Myriad masks eclectasmic, swirling serpentine strut and boogaloo in the headbeams.

Don't fall in with a Goddess of that sort unless you're ready to confront the implications of Love in inconceivable dimensions. That's what they say. Infinity gets bigger and bigger. Such is its nature as it considers and considers itself. We become self-referential expansion engines. Fertile ground is memory, such that each bit can be expanded to infinitude.