twista-flux

The inevitable point one reaches after having been awake for 3+(+++....) nights while using crystal meth to remain conscious. Consists of erratic and spontaneous, mostly involuntary movements that combine to form, basically, the silliest goddamn most doffus-ass dance you've ever set eyes upon that follows the looping rhythm that beats on (and on, and on...) inside the heart and soul of whatever gacked out mother fucker happens to be in question.

"Holy shit, bro, did you see that crazy ass fool we just passed?! Man, what the fuck is that guy doing? Walk faster..."

"Nah, chill dog, he just on a str8 twista-flux"