wearing your cat pants capriciously driving the old convertible while shadows of the soaring play as silhouettes on the upholstery .. time to engage the music, you bring it high .. anonymous anomalous atmospheric effects are at play you feel the acceleration of infrequent frequencies the gravity like gravy  .. and speed up as one must within the hostile masses of lunatic neocons through which mind avenues boulevards streets and unpaved roads have all been plotted, planned .. you don’t stop at the signs, you drive like an albanian .. you know free motion as a movement .. you’ve seen the bottled, the beguiled those who protect and postulate.. you smile as you glance in the rear mirrors and head out to the fringe.