Fear and loathing in Las Vegas. The earlier formations of what I've come to discover as life unscripted - what wouldv'e been if I refused to filter anything from my head to my heart. Pictures of this and that and the many lifetimes I've lived within two decades seemed to breeze past me like street dust, standing by the sidewalk waiting for a taxi on a windy day. I've loved a million times and more. It doesn't matter and its all a blur. Only the occassional wave of feeling without the thought - a detachment I've developed until i found myself confused by the confrontation of pain without reason. Anyway, nothing has to be understood and dancing is still perfectly divine.