Surviving the transformational process in our society is not easy. At times would seem like a foolhardy 'psycho-spiritual' journey.

A Bit Of Blues And Death.

woke up, woke up one morning,

the day planned before my eyes,

on the sidewalk, i met death in an alleyway,

i met death in a dark alleyway,

now it's me and death,

and i've got the blues again,

here we go,

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

i bit death and got the blues,

now i'm down on my luck again,

i bit death and there's no way back,

cause i got the blues, and there's no turning back,

i've got the world heavy on my shoulder,

and i've got the blues all over again,

here we go,

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

du-da-du-da

A Little Bit Of Nightmare.

mediocre nights rest,

fridge apparently, was not closed last night, and there was nothing to consume in the house,

with increasing hunger, benzodiazepine withdrawal, and kundalini aggravation, i brood,

while at the same time being batted at for not closing the fridge properly last night..