whiskey... tango... foxtrot...

psylens is zero-point energy. baddest-assest psy-j this side of the messier53 cluster. lay down 64 on the floor to aerate yer skull and blow yer brain into beta-flatline. a ringleader of the colorado regional burn. a syntropic warrior. dreams in java and manifests across the 11th dimension. he will ride across the Valles Marineris on his vulcan bride. the lights are coming for him.

the most even-keeled and level-headed humanoid i know. incapable of talking shit about anyone. full of wonder, open to speculation, driving for more, yet bursting with a knowledge tempered by a rare modesty. a kind, honest and sincere bag of mostly water you would be well honored to consider as a friend. inspires you to become more, much more. one eyball in the primordial soup, the other in a wormhole way past the event horizon. his third eye planted firmly on the source. a nexus 6 with soul. archetype. prototype. maker of memes.

2012 is fast upon us. grab some single-malt, your virusTi, and your 30-06.

the lights are here. you are ready.