Imagine how exhausted you would be if you were always conscious of your breathing.

Do you think I only have an anxiety disorder if I’m still pretending to be a paramedic? I have an anxiety disorder now no matter what I’m doing. Nothing changes that back either. How do I even grieve something everyone else is glad I’ve lost? The expectations have exceeded the resources. The window of tolerance is closed and it’s getting awfully hot in here.

Bigger and brighter things. I’m taking my beautiful wife to a paint night for her birthday next week. My kids are amazing people who always do me proud. My sweet, intelligent service dog who gets me out and talking to people when we’re on walks or doing public access is a blessing. A quiet moment vaping live resin and liquid diamond cartridges and just floating away.

Last but not least, what’s life without the sweet harmonics of the worlds terrestrial angels? Taake released a new album recently, fantastic output as always. A Taake album coming out is basically an event for me. Going to be spinning this one a lot to get through the coming days. Strangely 4 and not the traditional 7 songs… even Hoest changes shit up. Affordable vinyl too for once. Slidhr and Suhnopfer also have albums coming that I salivatingly await, as does Aesop Rock, whose albums are also an event for me. Atmosphere has released the pre-order for a new EP. Currently playing: Limbonic Art debut album “Moon In The Scorpio”.

Depression

Wait for the beep and leave a message

I’m out to lunch finding a sense of direction

I never got to finish my game of perfection

Pop

Pieces everywhere during resurrection

I’m your number one fan

The only one who understands

The only one with helping hands

The only one without demands

But until next time, stay in command