Funk for freeing souls. I finally put my finger on what's wrong with people. I had 'Hippie!' shouted at me from a passing car last week and this was the spontaneous out pouring.

Like love, that flows, like honey.

now pick up the cookie. dip it in the milk. and eat it. now.

Wanting to clear away the debris of the arguments that keep us apart, I chose the axe and took it to the root of the problem.

Having fun with Tomas's harmonica.