The Cosmos

It’s one of those perfect days in Los Angeles. Not too hot, not too cool. But don’t move out here all at once, we still have lot's of traffic.

            I’ve been keeping busy stacking rocks. I’m making a flowerbed near my cabin. In between rocks I’ll jot down words to a song I’m working on. The songs are coming one after another. I think the cosmos are trying to tell me something. I don't hear voices exactly, but I do listen. I highly recommend you just sit and listen. But if you hear something that involves guns and murder, check yourself in case you're nuts.