I, now cyclops of light and beamer of the ‘luz’ have the power with the help of the angels of outbound, the ability to super-illuminate the dark!! those peons on my pre-dawn commute bow and salute me and the greatness of my laser like beam (hangover) that scans where I command it, warning approaching targets with a tracking brilliance unknown to the savage animals around me. My lighthouse beacon (detour) warns others of my impassable prescience, at times awakening the sleeping nomadic tribes sleep along the bike path and sometimes they respond with a vibrant “FUN YOU” (or something like that) when the sheer violence of illumination wakes them from their slumber. I feel safer and am able to extract my revenge on the “i use high beams all the time while driving my car” tribes that harass me on my dark morning commutes.
