I had a spell of enlightenment. I chased that down with a cold patch of dark madness. I found my head again, but now I am fighting boredom. I want peace, love, and harmony on the one hand; and on the other, I want beer, battle, and bitches. I keep thinking there has to be a middle ground in there somewhere, but maybe there isn’t. Inspired. Grumpy. Did I mention bored? Creative. Determined. Curious. I keep searching for the doors that lead between the known and the unknown, but I am tired of all this pussy ˜New Age” stuff. I want to be a man again – caveman style! I want to eat nails and shit rust. Do you know what I am talking about?