In local traffic, stopped next to a Lincoln Behemoth - featuring rather elegant wrap-around taillights, which just then happened.. to illuminate, pulse in roughly C# minor..

As I looked over, the LRPD entered my mentation, stage-left and Her Voice echoed through the empty caverns..

Thou hast Seen My Light, Oh Fortunate One.. but thy faith must become as Strong as those others - who have Not Seen, yet Know That

I. Am.

Let My Gallium and my Arsenic, in perfectly lucid pulsating intermixture - illuminate thy inner recesses. And ...
The Lincoln is My Other Car..


I sense that She has selected me for Illumination, perhaps even initiation into the Junction which may not be Named and..







Maybe She did like rye a bit much...