Past VII-
Law Pod to the rescue By Early Monday Morning…


Musical Reprise….


Reprise… wasted… lost... an outlet...soul crunching solos in the back ground... lyrics that make ya wanna kill yourself or shoot your neighbor…. Head spins, your body sways to the rhythm… eyes shut your mind wanders to the ebbs of that desolate place your mind begs you not to leave ... its a drug... a high ….an orgasm, simple yet complexed, an orchestrated harmony of ecstasy.. You let go of it all… the pain… the impending bills… the lack of a home… lighting… heating… internet and all the shit that makes ya wanna curl up and die….
Spread eagle on the floor even the Scottish winter feels like a Mediterranean delight… you grow wings ya never thought ya had… no amount of alcohol or weed can get ya there..
Entwined in darkness its just you and the music that plays in ya wee head…ya cant hear it no more... ya only feel it like knives cutting you slow, the warmth of ya own blood washing it all… … its there…simple yet resolute… destined to take over your body mind and even your soul you once sold at the pawn shop... suddenly there are no unlock able locks or unwinnable wars….its just you and the music in ya head… loud and yet your own…