Muddy Waters.

Im trying to rock out my inner blues.

Muddy Waters is being played a fair bit.

Hope my band digs my grooves.

Got My Mojo Working.

Dust My Broom.

The Secret.

Post Secrets.

I never realize just how many secrets i had because i told them to myself so many times they didn't feel like secrets anymore.

But you will still never know which ones are mine.

Ricochet.

The Seventies.

My Dad.

A Rocker From Way Back.

Pretty Ace.

And The Obsession.

Oh but the obsession is so completely vain.

Its a projection of ones self onto another.

This delirium of love brings out your up most obscurities.

And then the obsession changes with childlike behaviors.

When something is loved then becomes hated.

The neurotic body leaves the obsessed to conquer its next vicarious quest.

Love.

The Unknown.