The truth is right behind your bed.

Thrilling cascades of information making their way down your head.

You gamble your debts and then you’re dead.
Fred said…

This sacred rite was always uttered as the young learners stepped though the smoky jungle entrance into the temple of forgiveness. Rushing, monkey arms flailing through the entrance hallway, feverishly gnashing at their former self images.

Mirror Ridges.

Lighting Bolt Landscapes.

Truly a work of an accidental Mindfuck.

This is exactly what is happening.