How can we derive meaning os even pleasure from constant partying if the parties have no meaning.

Unsated by an evening of TV and beer, I saw the snow on the screen and remember that it was back ground radiation from the moment of creation pouring through the universe, I use it as a metaphor for the unsatisfying noise of modern life. After…

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.

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.