With such a depression goin’ round,/ no chance to gotta be found./ Still thrilled of a life all alone/ as a fear that’s  strident surround./ Refrigerator. All hope’s gone.

Cee? No dumb succes in rhyming can change the mood in here (Reminds me of Moody Blues Damn „Nights In White Watin“!).

Dark Night, dark mind, dark life.

Though I guess Monday’ll cheer me up – without a really meaningful cause. Gimme an axe to chop some trees, live in the woods and enjoy a new dawn, day and life.

So, I’m depressed – business as usual,

- .w