Kobayashi, Spies, Moscow, callers and More

We have managed to visit our old friend Boris in Moscow, broadcasting the show live from a hotel in the city. My thumb has been injured for awhile now. Every important movement requires sacrifice. My thumb has been just a minor tool for agreeing from a distance and to aid in the pinching of my nether region.

I've just finished giving a dying woman a drink of cold tea. Parched from a nights want, she gets satiation from what the rest of us take for granted. I am completely committed and entrenched in my program. I've managed to wake and realize that one more sand has fell through the glass and one more cell has failed me.

However, like most other survivors, I take joy in the small comforts of this giant refuse pit we decorate with holidays and the lucky. But my real comfort lies away from people.... a view of a million years with little change, no obligations, and where living is to stay alive.

Russian Spies

So the Russian spies are being traded for some of ours. All that hoopla and reminiscing of the Cold War just dissipated before our very schizophrenic minds. I was looking forward to building "The Shelter" and stocking it up on necessary survival gear.
I need to lay down vocals on the bands newest track and get my ass to work studying for a Human Resource Management test.
I smell peach cobbler and my studio needs cleaned. Isn't it funny how the world really changes when we go outside? The presence of the sky is so unnoticed. It's vast and full of ever changing masterpieces.