I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.  Visions that drown in colors and idea’s constructed of fragmented shapes. Getting lost in a whirl wind of feelings. Mesmerizing red circles thrust into the cloud spotted blue sky. Yellow lines continue outward into space. Black forms hold heavy to the ground. The feeling is electric, energy passes from fingers tip to cold steel. Steel crafted by cold hands and pure feeling. The marriage of metals. Take form to radical thoughts only in my mind. The hieroglyphs of a madman. On to the next one. The feeling has past. New visions, new vibrations. The rush of creation, addictive. The fix, other worldly.