Under the starless L.A. sky
What is this stiring in me? This wonderment eruping in my chest? A
quickness of breath and a tingle from the base of my very being? This is
not the lure of the needle and the gun, this is the the desire of fire and
pain. I can not quite grasp this thing as if it were an old and familier
tool, it seems slippery and elusive, unknown. But the effects are eating
at me, threating to devistate me entirly.