Like a wall stripped of paint long worn-I stand undressed from colors and shades of disgust mixed with layers of curious hypersexed manic buzz: I am stripped of my humanity as waves of madness take me hostage- thus leaving me to myself in this racing matrix of voices and loud thoughts. Beautiful hell so infinite: the Sun shines and rainbows flirt but rain inevitably reigns supreme. And I die a little bit. And I torture a little more. I hurt in ecstasy. From me to myself not much love in the end.Sadly.