my space ship is a black obsidian marvel, shaped like a spiritual shard penetrating the darkest space between matter, it's powered by the erotic drive engines of tantric pulsation, it moves in all dimensions, and through time itself, it has no agenda, no mission only the will of my own subconscious. even i don't know where i am going. it takes me there five steps ahead of myself, and i am always following a trail of clues that i understand when i get five steps ahead of myself.

i am here, destination, a station at the crossroads. i'm here ahead of you, i apologise but it has to be this way. only for now until you arrive.