Gilbert Groove – 5/9/2020

From a ghastly coma of slumber did I wake to find light searing into every pore of my being. An anvil of weight clings to every fiber of my being as I can barely lift a finger to scratch my wrinkled arse. I am disorientated as if my head had been muddled in a concoction of of honey and concrete and shaken, not stirred. I feel a haunting ache of hunger which confounds me given the vast storm of victuals I had consumed just an hour past. A blanket of aches and twitchy pain engulf me as if I had rolled head long down a mountain peppered with antlers and roughly hewed needles. This is what my afternoon nap has now evolved into. The once joyous and decadent departure from reality and responsibility has now turned sour from abuse. Now time to shatter my fragile form with a searingly cold shower to mark another day. I know not what I speak of. I am disintegrating into a chaotic heap of misuse.

Enjoy this fine afternoon and make a difference!

Playlist and album covers below.