what does it take

I know it’s not a party if it happens every night

It is 4am good time to write some non-sense into a computer blog screen, I woke up with this in my head. this place is a prison

I first heard this while I was an inpatient at Ramsay Clinic Hollywood, just after we had done some Mindful Music Listening with a favourite facilitator. I remember thinking he would have kittens if I had played this. Little did he know, when another facilitator ran the same activity, I made everyone listen to the Johnny Cash version of Hurt, not to trigger or cause anyone Hurt, I just thought it was relevant, halfway through I realised it was a mistake, the people that matter to me liked it though. You know who you are. Once I read the lyrics to “This Place is a Prison” I realised it was a struggle, a struggle I have struggled with. It has taken me losing almost everything and being “just broken enough” to realise, that is partly why I have started blagging, as I need an outlet. The modern internet seems like a homogenised, poorly executed vomit stain, give me the wild west of nonsense any day. I do realise there is good websites out there, I just haven’t found too many. If you know of any send them to locked bag of bees 6699 appletits and I will make a GeoCities circle jerk.

monday nights are all right for surrender

In other news, bloodtests are looking good but BAD cholesterol. Off to the gym with you!

Thanks for reading my nonsense. :heart_on_fire:

At least we don’t have toll-roads yet.