What is quantum tunneling?

Ephiphany of Reflection

I was at work at Big Brother the other day whereby a situation arose between two Housemates, which forced my eyes to singe and my mind to rattle!

One of the carnal couples in the 'House of Sin' was treated to a night of indulgence in the Treatment room. Inevitably, this lead to debauched antics of sloppy lip-action and bodily contortions! "Lucky for them," I pondered, "any action is good action these days" and I was quite shocked at this twisted response that emanated from my mouth! Witnessing their lustful expression was not quite the action I had in mind for my own satisfaction.

Further instances have transpired lately, that have caused a lot of tension and instability in the Big Brother House. Tasks are given to the housemates; challenges are created and the consequences result, ultimately, in confusion, drama and false beliefs that events are taking place, when in fact, they are mere fabrications created to toy with the Housemates' minds.

This lead me to explore the concept of reality television, particularly the Big Brother show. I have worked behind the scenes on almost all of them and for some reason, I keep going back. I was quite intrigued as to why I had never really dissected this inner-fascination for reality television before. Sure, I was aware that I enjoyed the concept of 'cutting' live television, but I had never really unpacked the hidden reason as to why I found it so intrigueing and riveting...until yesterday.

We, as crew members, are completely manipulating these people's lives. It starts with ideas from the core - the Production Dept, it then gets fine-tuned by the Content Department and ends up in the Control Room where the Technical Dept. executes these ideas - that's me. The element of surprise constantly disrupts the Housemates' routines and bombards them into changes of action. I was constantly witnessing the thought processes that evolved in each Housemate's mind, from beginning to end and I was being privy to the choices that they made as a result of these events. It struck me: I am in the business of watching how people think and act as a result of the elements of life being thrown at them sporadically and impulsively. I am watching life in the process. My own private idaho!

I have always been a keen observer of life and of people around me; sometimes choosing to dissasociate rather than to partake, but the concept of how people react and why they react to things the way they do, has always been a source of endless amusement for me. Now I get it! And now I'm getting it eight hours a day! And I still want more! Even if it's dull or uneventful, the mere priviledge of observing the way life takes shape and acts itself out, is highly stimulating for me. I concluded this thought-provoking topic with the realisation, that I think I am a voyeur! How interesting.

As I read this analogy, I am amused, once again, to see how life has found a way of manifesting itself in my mind as a result of exploring other people's minds. And so the journey continues...

Passion at work!

I lowered myself gingerly into the familiar cockpit. The grooves from the seat scratched at my skin, catapulting me back to those sweaty, summer days. A faint smell of metal and plastic probed at my thoughts and I could feel my body sinking deeper into position, whisking me away to the other side - a place of dimensions where reality and fantasy became intertwined.

My fingers sought out the bright dayglow buttons, demanding my attention - titillating me with their velvety spheres - how I loved the feeling of those soft, rounded grooves, embracing my fingertips with grateful reunion. With one small touch, a story is borne.

I scanned the kaleidoscope of images before me - flashes of action penetrating my vision. My heart beat faster; my senses tuned in. The cacophony of sounds began to take form. It felt as if my skin was being kissed by a thousand sensory projections. My eyes began to direct the palette of worlds into evolving stories that each held their own secret. This universe of life, started taking shape.

Dirty little secrets flying off the screen like crazed butterflies escaping their cells. Overload of the senses, I fished for the scoops. Like a passionate pianist I tickled the keys to capture the scene. Orders from behind conducted the score! A bombardment of messages being bullied to fruition. Punching and teasing and catching and directing, the story unfolded amidst the mishmash of action.

And then....quiet. Settling down whilst the characters played out their fortunes, we all watched, glued to the screen, as the choices they made paved the way for the next manic panic!

to be continued...

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Soul Speak

Feed the soul with aural pleasure!
Don't hide the mind,
So hard to find...
Reveal the You - your forgotten treasure!
July, 2007

Ode to Self

Such detachment, ill of ease,
When before all open to my needs.
Windows change
With passing moons,
No longer singing that sweet tune.
Like the tides I carry dreams,
Flotsam, jetsam, unpicked seams.
Two faces shimmer bright with hope,
Who's to know?
And so..and so..
Feb, 2007.

I see the light!

"Life should be a little nuts, otherwise it's just a string of Thursdays thrown together!" - Beau Burroughs (Kevin Costner) in the film 'Rumour Has It'.

I've been going a little nuts lately. Some recent situations have led me to eradicate friends from my life and inspired fustrated rants on certain sites. It inpsired self-reflection thereafter and I was left feeling cold and distanced from my joyful perspective on life.

My highly sensitive nature wormed its way into aspects of my life and by getting passionately disturbed by certain events, I allowed the dark side to influence my actions. I see now that I was only giving up my power to those that hurt me and therefore perpetuating the cycle of domination. A powerful lesson indeed. I choose the light! As Mike Dooley (writer of The Secret) reiterated in his interview on Carte Blanche tonight: "Thoughts become things".

So I say thank you to all the people in my life for teaching me powerful lessons - whether you realise it or not. Namaste!

Seal Clubbing in Namibia update

Clubbing of 80 000 nursing baby, suckling on mothers milk (non-fishing eating) seal pups started on Sunday, July 1, and will continue for the next 139 days. This will apply for a 3yr rolling quota. Namibia plans a total extinction of the Cape fur seals in Namibia, clearly pointing out over and over again, that seals consume 900 000 tonnes of fish and the fishing industry only lands between 500 000 and 600 000 tonnes. Whilst the seals do not cause Namibia's fisheries to collapse, clearly Namibia now believes for fisheries to get back to harvesting. Even stranger, the quota is 90% pup based who as nursing pups still suckling on mothers milk, pose no threat to fish consumption, whilst all other age groups of fish-eating seals are exempt, including all breeding females. Namibia and its sealers will continue to allow breeding cows to mate, raise their baby for 7-months, whilst consuming fish to then harvest them, to protect fish stocks. So when will Namibia stop. Never, because with this banana republic logic, seals will go the same way as Namibia's fisheries - down, down, down.
For the Seals Francois Hugo Seal Alert-SA
http://www.sealalertsa.net/index1.htm

Green tip of the week

ACT NOW
When you go away for more than two days, turn your geyser off to conserve energy. NB: it doesn't help to turn it off for short periods of time because the surge of energy from switching the geyser on again, wastes a lot of energy.

101 Ways to get out of gym...

"Get up, get up, get busy to it; get up and move your body..." If you, like me, find it exceedingly difficult to motivate yourself to go to the gym every so often, I have found a possible answer: get yourself a personal trainer! You still have to drag yourself out into the freezing cold, but at least there is someone cheering you on as you get there.

Yes, the weather is decidedly offputting when contemplating the gym. I'd much rather snuggle up with the underfloor heating and visualise it instead. Don't they say you can do anything with the mind? Mmm...didn't get a positive response there. I pondered other options: braving road rage and going for a jog...all fair and well if the sun is shining and there's no wind freezing my brain...SEX!...a perfect option..um..(*darn*)...Or I could hit the town and boogie my body firm? Not a bad idea, I thought, then suddenly it all came back to me that the reason I need to go to gym in the first place was from all the late night boozing and munchies. I faced the stark, cold truth - my J-Lo boodie was not going to disappear by sitting on the couch, no matter how much I tried to convince myself. Mmm...I braved the blizzard and went to the gym.

How my luck changed that day! I met up with Angie. She's a Personal Trainer. I've often watched her cruising round the gym, giggling with clients . Can't be that bad if her clients are smiling! So I decided to give it a bash. Today was my first session.

Angie targeted my muscle groups that need most of the work (no brainer there!) and handed me some heavy objects and told me to "LUNGE"! Fooled me, you did, I thought as previous images of her giggling resurfaced. More like Private Angie now! But, work me she did. And I had a great time doing it! We laughed and chatted through the pain and the sweat and by the time I left, my muscles were pumped!

I am meeting her again tomorrow and I have realised, that I really am quite amped to get to the gym! Having a personal trainer has completely revamped my antagonism towards exercise. So this is my message to all of you who hate going to the gym - get a Personal Trainer - it really helps! Watch my boodie for more...!

Addiction theories

Addiction is a word that often conjures up thoughts of drugs or alcohol, yet it refers to the concept of being unable to live without something. This could be anything - coffeee, shopping, a fetish. If you spend time thinking about something to such a degree that it starts dominating your life, it could be an addiction. I can think of at least one addiction I have - crack! Before you gasp in horror (or longing!) - I'm talking about facebook! Someone coined a new nickname for this addictive site - so addictive it's like crack! "He's got crack!", "she's on crack!", " he needs to get crack!" etc.

Other addictions dominating my life - BLOGGING; Prison Break; CSI NY and possibly smoking (when I'm driving or on the computer or socialising)...still haven't fully accepted the latter as an addiction though - I'm working on it!

If you're looking for some release from your specific addiction, my advice: get help! Or keep yourself locked up; or run out of money so you just can't buy the substance - that always works well with me. If you're looking for a less aggressive approach, however, try crystals. Hematite is a useful stone for overcoming compulsions and addictions. This effective stone treats overeating, smoking and any form of indulgence and helps one come to terms with one's mistakes. It also dissolves negativity and prevents negative energies from entering the aura, restoring peace and harmony to the body. Hematite shouldn't be used where inflammation is present or for long periods of time.

So next time you feel that irresistible urge to get your fix, grab some hematite....you might need a lot of it! Talking of which, best I get some now because I'm on a blogging roll!

Day in the Country.

Just beyond the cacophonous chatter, I could hear a faint sound that made me nostalgic. I extricated myself from the thrilling discussion and tuned in to the scene far away.... Aah, a rooster! Nothing like a rooster at 4 in the morning to remind you of the pleasure of farm life. As a child, I used to go trout fishing with my family for holidays and every morning I would awake to the sound of the rooster, screeching his message that the day had begun. Well, at least that's what I thought the message was. It could've been something quite different, like: "If I don't get it now I'm going to throw you out of the pen, you CHICKEN!" At seven years old, my mind was still innocent. So as I sat among my friends today, the memories of my childhood flooded back and I felt a deep longing for those happy, carefree days.

A friend of mine has a farm in Muldersdrift, outside Johannesburg and a bunch of us congregated there for the day. After a pleasant drive through the sundrenched hills, I eventually found the farmhouse by heading towards the glint of cars - shining beacons showing me the way. I had to giggle at my friend's directions: 'the farm on the right with the trees'...I surveyed the surroundings - a contagion of trees dotted the landscape. Needless to say, I was not the only one who took a wrong turn!

I glanced around at my collection of friends. Friends, whom I have known for many years. I felt completely content in this happy environment. I could be anywhere with these people and still feel ecstatic. There's something about having a close circle of friends that warms the heart. Despite the distance and time that elapses, we always resume from whence we left off.

Time has been busy, I chuckled quietly to myself. Three new babies had arrived in the pack. Crawling and scrambling on small shaky legs, little lifeforms splashed the garden with colour. Mummies and Daddies taking cherubs for walks, pointing to trees and the birds and the bees! It doesn't seem so bad, I thought, enjoying the scene whilst reflecting on my adamantly single life. Comparing the parents to their little Mini-me's, I could see familiar expressions bursting through their small faces. It must be wonderful to witness the blooming of life. Moving on swiftly, I rejoined the discussion!

The day was spent with love and indulgence. A feast of festivities. The lunch was delicious, the gnattering was constant and we even squeezed in a few rounds of frisbee and 30 Seconds. To top it off, a delectable carrot cake to further sweeten the day.

As I was cruising home - the darkness winning the fight over light - I wallowed in the memories of the blissful day. Suddenly it occurred to me, upon reflection of such wonderful friends, that they were all reflections of me. These friends display all the qualities in life that I so desire and enjoy. Therein was my epiphany! What a day and what damn good friends I have. What a way to remind myself that all is good in Lisi Land!

Breast Cancer Stats...

One in 3 women will develop cancer in her lifetime. Breast cancer is the leading cancer in women. Each year breast cancer kills 500,000 people a year globally, and 1.2 million are diagnosed with it every year. One in 8 women will develop breast cancer in her lifetime. See link to test your risk of diseases. http://www.yourdiseaserisk.harvard.edu/english/

Choccie vs Goliath

I was racing out my driveway today when I screeched to a halt. I spotted a familiar black rump readying itself into stalk mode. I watched with interest as my undersized kitten commenced his attack on an unsuspecting Hadida! As most South Africans will know, the Hadida bird has taken over the suburbs in vast numbers. Not only are they completely complacent in suburban landscapes, they are also indifferent towards cats. My previous cats were terrified of them - electrified furballs, they would flee at the sight of a Hadida. Not this cat! Happily pecking out earthly delights, this Hadida was unpeturbed by Choccie's deathly poise. Suddenly without warning, my cat lurched himself towards the lazy bird and swiped it with his razor claws. In a flurry of wings and extracted feathers, the Hadida squawked and stumbled out of reach. Highly disappointed, Choccie glanced around to see who had witnessed his failed attempt. When he realised I'd observed his poor effort, he sauntered into a bush indignantly as if to show his irritation at my intrusion into his world! Later in the day, the neighbourhood watch told me that this is a common occurrence with my cat and that he has in fact killed at least one Hadida before! Clearly Choccie has developed a reputation among the locals. What a warrior! I have to marvel at his big b.... bravery!

Crystals for your Dreams...

Crystals were formed in the womb of the earth millions of years ago through the processes of water, wind and volcanic fire. They act as an amplifier of healing energy and send out certain vibrations (every object on this earth transmits a certain vibration) according to their properties. Placing a crystal under your pillow when you sleep will influence your dreams. Try Rose Quartz, as I did last night. Rose Quartz eases pain or tension, cuts or bruises and emotional distress such as fear, grief or anger. It keeps away nightmares and brings peace to the home. You can find crystals at most of the fleamarkets, which are generally cheaper than the shops like House of Isis. Happy Crystalising!

DJ Lilli

I dreamt it was my birthday AGAIN! It must be due to the multitude of Gemini's around me lately! 'I awoke to my Mum presenting me with the biggest dj deck I've ever seen, complete with flashing lights and monstrous vinyls. Two of the Chippendales carried the deck into my room (heehee) and I was ecstatic!' Clearly I've been hanging around dj's, decks and hot men lately! Next question is: do I want to start dj'ing?! Not a bad thought! Or am I just looking for a hot dj who can spin me around?! Mmm..the mind races..

Seal Killing in Namibia

Today signalled the beginning of my activism towards helping the beautiful creatures on our planet! I went to my first protest today! I am passionate about animals and have always been sensitive to the plight of creatures in distress, but I had never acted upon it. So when I was sent an email about the clubbing to death of pup seals in Namibia, my heart lurched and my soul cried out in anguish for these beautiful creatures. Hosted by Anastaysa from the wonderful vegan restaurant, Earth2 in Emmarentia, the protest was organised outside the Namibian embassy in Pretoria today, in the hope of putting an end to this senseless murder. The killing of innocent, baby seals will start on July 1st. This is the 2nd largest Seal Slaughter in the world, the commercial Seal Hunt in Canada, being the 1st. Baby seals and their nursing cows are rounded up on the beaches of Namibia and senselessly clubbed and stabbed to death. Namibian's pup quota is 85 000 seals for 165 days. The seals are rounded up and killed in the early hours of their nursing morning, afterwhich the sealers cover up the bloody evidence for the sweep of tourists visiting the beaches every day.
The protest was creatively inspired by a funeral procession. Various placards and fake seal pup coffins were distributed to the 30 protestors while a melancholic drumbeat accompanied the march around the Namibian Embassy. The commissioner fled as soon as he discovered the reason for the gathering. A couple of reporters took photographs and the scene was one of sombre compassion. It was a protest of calm, austere sincerity and I was honoured to be among people with such passion and care for our creatures. Well done Anastasya! I was so happy to be a part of this event and I will surely be doing more in the near future. Please see the link for more information on this desperate situation. http://www.animalrightsafrica.org/NEWS_Jun07_SealsNamibia.php

Bullshit banter!

"Rhubarb, chatter, gnatter, rhubarb...!!...giggle..??...nodding, prodding..." What the...? My mind thrust me into the throes of debate this morning as my head bubbled with philosophical notions. I intercepted the manic bantering with a pertinent question: How do I reason and understand my outer reality in relation to other people's realities? Mmm...I threw my contribution into the mix. When someone presents to me, what I determine as an abstract thought - for comic reasons perhaps or to contribute to the flow of bullshit determining a conversation - that has no definite grounding in a way that I could consider to be completely reasonable and possible in reality my logic understands this concept to be completely plausible. In other words, I will totally believe the presented joke or bullshit to be a reality and totally plausible to exist! This fantastical system of inner logic is partly due to my vivd imagination where anything is possible and everything that can be materialised into thought, exists. Unicorns exist, as do faeries as is a planet made of creme brulee where its inhabitants indulge in decadent delights and never increase in girth! To contexualise my complex thoughts, I recounted an instance where my fabulous logic performed its function: a friend of mine posted a conversation between three people on his blog, where they jested various philosophical ideas among themselves with comical effect. After reading this delightful banter, I was left wondering who these people were in relation to my friend and how come I'd never met them. I was so absorbed by the content of their discussion, that the possibility that these people did not even exist and were simply creations of my friend's colourful mind, did not even enter my head! It was only later through further information, that I came to realise it was all a wordplay. My logic had manifested complete plausibility that these characters really did exist and had actually been involved in active conversation. Giggling to myself, I came to self-realisation about how I make meaning from the world around me and that it's a purely instinctive reaction. I have a very open-minded logic where the system is formulated almost momentarily according to the information and stimulants provided to me at that time. Hmph! So...to end this mindful chapter, I ask myself, who's bullshit am I going to believe today?!

DNA activation

What a glorious day it is today..I'm feeling full of the joys of life. I'm resonating on a higher frequency than usual today and I had to question whether I did in fact have more than one cup of coffee or not - the answer is, no! I had to do a double-take at the unearthly vibrations emanating from my ghetto blaster...ah-ha! The source of my inspiration could be the high frequency DNA activation CD I use from time to time to raise my vibrational frequency. The alien sounds remind me of the theme music to 2001 Space Odyssey by Stanley Kubrick. It creates a feeling of infiniteness and I found my mind conjuring up images of faraway stars and galaxies...If you would like to learn more, log onto http://www.ActivateYourDNA.com

Extract from 'Shantaram' - Gregory David Roberts

He prepared the chillum, rocking from side to side and smiling absently. He never looked at us, but still it seemed to be the smile of a very close friend: indulgent, knowing, forgiving. He was standing and swaying so close to me that I could see each wiry strand in the forest of his brows. I heard the little gasps of his breathing. The rapid outward rushes of air sounded like wavelets on a steep shore.

Rediscovery of the World's Most Southerly Elephants

DNA analysis has revealed the existence of five previously unknown, female Knysna elephants in the southern Cape, South Africa. Thought by many to be doomed to extinction, with fears in recent years that only one Knysna elephant, an elderly female was still surviving, the findings of a population study conducted using fecal DNA has revealed that the Knysna elephants continue to survive, despite formidable odds. The decline of the Knysna elephants occurred over many decades due primarily to ivory hunting. In 1876 several hundred of these elephants were thought to exist, but under heavy pressure of ivory hunters were reduced to 20-30 individuals by 1908. In 1970 the Knysna elephant population was estimated at 11. In 1994 only one Knysna elephant was known to be still surviving, the elderly female. In 1994, in a experiment to boost numbers three young elephants from the Kruger National Park were introduced into the range of the elderly female. One of the young elephants died of stress related complications soon after release. The remaining two elephants joined up with the elderly female for only short periods before choosing to spend 80% of their time in mountainous fynbos habitat beyond the Knysna forest. In 1999 the two young elephants were recaptured and relocated to the Shamwari private reserve in the Eastern Cape. The Knysna elephants were then declared by some to be almost extinct. 'The Knysna elephant study identified that at least five females exist within the population, and two of the animals identified appear to be first-order relatives and that several others may be half-siblings. The results also suggest that the surviving Knysna elephants are closely related to the elephants of the Addo Elephant National Park' says Patterson. Since the completion of the study, there is evidence that a Knysna calf was born. Gareth Patterson, Knysna Elephant Project: gpatterson@xsinet.co.za

Birthday Girl

As the sun tickled me awake this morning, my thoughts scrambled themselves into place. Suddenly the realisation dawned on me - it's my birthday! Giggling to myself at the chaos that was to befall the people closest in my life all those years ago, I slapped myself with pride for getting to where I was today.
I have received gifts and love from around the world. Messages flooded in from far and near to celebrate this fateful day. My heart has pumped with a pulse of passion and I'm so honoured to know all of you in my life! Thank you all for shaping, colouring and fustrating my life! Cheers to you and to my wondrous existence!

I received a blatant message from Universe today. At first I was blinded by its obviousness, thinking there had to be something deeper. As soon as I understood it, it all became clear: thank god for all the assholes in this world - reminds us of what we don't want in our lives. Viva les assholes!

Ka Huna massage

Based on the ancient lomi lomi philosophy, Ka Huna massage is a gentle but also deep flowing form of massage that will relax, revitalise, and revive you. There are 7 principles to the Huna philosophy:
Ike: I'm aware; Kala: I'm free; Makia: I'm focused; Manawa: I'm here; Aloha: I'm happy (as in 'Aloha! how you doing?!'); Mana: I'm confident and Pono: I'm positive.
It involves long, sweeping massage strokes as opposed to quick angular prods! The whole body is massaged on the back and then the front; the back signifying fire energy and the front, water. Water is associated with emotions and it tends to resurrect a lot more issues than the back does. I highly recommend it. I went to Tegwyn Fietze in Krugersdorp - not as far as it sounds and the drive was well worth it. Her number is: 0722987628

QUANTUM SURF ALERT!!

We have now entered a new phase of Ho’o Pono Pono or Making Things Right.

May represents a major crossroads in our lives. We truly are creating templates for our future.We determine the path of our true destiny in each moment of every day with our actions, thoughts, feelings and responses.

Many deep layers of our past are being stripped off us and the bridges linking us to the past are burning. This often causes a temporary feeling of deep sadness. If we waste our energy by resisting what we know to be true, then our energy gets dispersed and we become depleted rather than focused.
Now is the Time of Reconnection.Reconnecting with our truest purpose.Reconnecting with the key people of our future.Reconnecting with our right places. Reconnecting with our One True Loves.
Solara

See more on http://www.nvisible.com

Notes from a Tiger

The Tiger is a playful cat, cruising her jungle seeking fun and sport. She hunts and gambols to her heart's delight, constantly aware of her boundaries and threats. Should something surprise her, she's instantly alert. Claws out, prepared for the fight, she assesses the situation until the threat has passed.
There are many techniques the Tiger employs when she's out hunting. She stalks, she surprises, she taunts, she pounces. When she stalks it's with lethal meticulousness…planning her progression with precision and purpose. When the moment arrives, she pounces upon the unsuspecting victim with such grace and poise that her victim is completely surprised by the sight before him and is powerless against her unfolding desire.
Sometimes she teases. Dashing in and out of view she confuses the poor soul, giving him little tastes of what he could have until she's bored of the game and sneaks off for new blood.
The Tiger aims to be in control at all times - that is her survival instinct. Whether she's hunting or playing, she creates an environment that she is able to adapt to. Deep in the jungle of her active mind she paints her camouflage, maintaining the wall that no-one can tear down. Safe and secure she avoids being exposed, sabotaging her chances to find that prize she constantly pursues.
But she is not omnipotent; she can be lured from her safe place. Sometimes it happens that her need to be safe is completely overpowered and she ventures out to explore and enjoy. A Tiger exposed, what a sight to behold. Awkward and shy, she battles her fear to retreat to the shadows. Seldom she stays. Those times that she does, you know she's become yours.

Secret Life of Parking Lots

Ever notice how often you end up hanging around in parking lots at parties? Beware the secret allure of parking lots! Before you realise it, you'll be hanging onto the car, screaming obscenities and a couple of hours will have fled past you unnoticed.
It all unfolds at the start of the journey. The cool, gleaming tar glides you to your parking bay, undiscovered secrets waiting to be born. Cruise inside, shake your toosh, have a little drink..have another little drink..have a tequila...and that's when it usually goes awry. The music is pumping, the people are dancing and BAM! The next thing you know, you're parking next to some stranger in some person's car blurting out your bull***t! You've been seduced into the matrix of this wild world.
If you look closely, you can see the signs wafting through the room implying a mosey to the car. A nod of the head; a jerk of the hand and the message is clear: "Let's go to the car!"
This ritual is an art in perfect timing. As one group sneaks off (fabricating some excuse to the envious observer) so another group bulldozers in. Many a time have I sauntered out to the parking lot, to discover familiar faces running amok, cajoling me into the festivities.
The parking lot is not restricted to normal operating hours either. At any time of day or night, you may easily find yourself churning up that tarmac, the club's doors long time closed with a posse of friends spurring each other on to perform profanities best left unsaid! There, you might join the last of the straddlers, willing the club to re-open its doors, knowing full well that the danger is you. Then you're off again, a caravan of enthusiasts following your rear, hunting for the next spot to create some chaos.

kundalini spirit of slumber,
uncoils its form from deep usunder.
With gritted teeth and fiery face
my tummy aches from empty space.

Tummybug blues