the disruptive climate oppressively pulling us all down with it's heavy gravity, my capsule is cool, the air con pumps out cold air and the cd player spits out flaming lips electro trips. that new album is incredible but far out there. it's drug simile songs for a new generation of pop people. 
the surf conditions are not hospitable, a messy whitewash of disunity. i can't even get wet in water that angry. 
just chill out, read, relax under the fan, smoke my purple haze and drift in and out. 
prey for the rain to come, the garden needs it, the fish need it, we all need it. rain, rain rain, here comes the rain.