1st expression
	
	With a doorway within but a foot’s stretching distance, within the wiggle of a toe and the ceiling
 oscillating more and more rapidly, the space stretched ... it grew infinite with contemplation and with action the walls came crashing
 down onto her head.  So when the lights were finally turned on, her head burst with pain as the Morning Star of faith ripped through her eye 
sockets in a downward spiral that would continue till each atom was ripped vehemently by  the invading forces from the organism they rested upon.
  The footsteps of reality would clog her mind, mouth, nostrils, fingers, limbs and the very heart they stood upon with spiked aggression.
  As the door frame oscillates more counter to the clockwise of the ceiling and static to the boiling floor of snakes and ivy she comes to feel the floor to
 push her back onto her feet towards the electric vibrations beyond the door.

	A sharp dagger of pain shot up her back as the reapers sickle stripped each vertebrae into myriad jagged pieces
  of ice crystals fluttering to and melting in the cauldron of stagnation and torment to rip to asunder in the violence of beauty.
  And yet beauty becomes the violence.  Shedding off the skin of rabid ambitions in a frenzy to fuck the
 life out of an already rotting corpse of stagnant pus.  And as the shards of her
 skeletal remains fell next to her on the abrasive floor she found her organs and muscles still within her body, without structure,
 brain without a skull to keep it from flopping in the skin.  She could move her limbs as an octopus moves it’s appendages
 only with no control and with each thud of landing the already prepared corpse spat blood unto the
 screaming cries of the underworld she dreams of.

	Exhausted, senses driven past the point of recognition of life, after life or even sensation she lie sulking in her own miserable desolate cage of  broken glass.  

	Life is like a movie.  With the simple dramas of chemical reactions tempered and mixed with self 
degradation and decomposition by strength of will, or lack thereof.  And as the movie picks her up and holds her warmly, sharply closing off her strained 
senses in a down blanket, cutting off the oscillating sensation...  the stabbing light fades to a dark blue in the minds third eye of derision.
  Nirvana is attained midway to a double extreme and not a thought passes beyond
  the cold crisp air or the soft down that quells her emotions.

	Held loftily and unconscious the blood drips from her finger tips into the veins of time and life, through the passage of energy, joining the energy as it makes it’s journey through
 everyone and everything regardless of it’s disposition.  From the water flow, to residue, to dust , to solid, to heat, to water to dust,
 to infinite changes in the blink of the inner eye of the Terra mind.  She flows through life because she is life.  She is life because she can form and she can deform and still be the same while
 taking on many different shapes and that are only discernable, delusionally, to perception.  The fact is the energy
 never changes shape or appearance.  It does not hope, it does not believe, it does not fear death because it knows only life.  The only thing that changes
 is the residence in which it lays itself down to sleep and to gather up friends before making another
 journey, only to sleepwalk back into the ever cyclical state of being.

	The movie hits the stop and eject button.  She’s sharply thrown out of oblivion into a hailstorm of pins breathed in and
 swallowed with each labored breath of molten fire.  Though there is fire and pain, there is no longer light.
  The darkness permeates all as a saving grace from the other sensual pain of blaring trumpet in her ears and the syringe slowly pulling itself from her arm. 
 
	The pain dulls and all consciousness fades outs to black.

	“How do you feel?”

	Empty.

My Track listing for Syd Barrett "The Madcap Screams"

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