Shallow Water Blackout

NEURON FLASH IN FIFTY WATTS PINPOINTING TO THE STREETLIGHT LIMBO. TOLD ME IT WAS CHEMISTRY WHY I BEHAVE LIKE THIS. WHY I MOVE IN MISDIRECTED IMPULSE AND SPEAK IN SCRAMBLED CLUSTERS OF WHITE NOISE. TRACTION IS NOT A TERM OF ENDEARMENT. DEATH IS AN EXPERIMENT BEST CONDUCTED FACE DOWN. VERTIGO MAY NOT INCLUDE SPINNING, BUT IT OUGHT TO. I AM LANGUID IN THE PUDDLE, FACE FULL OF CONCRETE CELLOPHANE. DON'T SAY A SINGLE WORD UNLESS YOU SPEAK WITH A DROWNING TONGUE. I AM NOT LISTENING. I AM NOT FOCUSING. MY EYES HAVE SUNK AND SET AND I AM INVINCIBLE. I'M WATER PROOF. SOMEONE SAID THAT HEAVEN IS JUST COINCIDENTAL COLLISION OF ELECTRONS. THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR TOUCHING ME. I AM A CONDUIT CHANGING COLORS, FRANTIC HUMMING TELEVISIONS, CONDUCTING CITY SPASMS, SHORTING VOLTAGE LIKE A FUSE. THE ELEVATING VIBRATIONS OF HYSTERIA, AMPLIFIED BY THE ARMOR OF THE TARN. FLASHING LIGHTS PAINT VEINS ACROSS THE SKY. AND EVERYONE ALONG THE ROADSIDE JUST WANTS TO SEE A SAINT. THE SERENITY OF SIRENS, THE ALLURE OF THE FEMME FATALE. HER DEFIBRILLATOR HANDS CAN'T STOP ME NOW. I FEEL QUITE ALL RIGHT.