The view from here, with these eyes, is vivid and blurred. A kaleidoscope of moans and sighs blends with the concrete below. The sky bends into an emerald mirror, resetting center. A gusty wind pushes you towards the cliff's edge. And if there’s a hell below, we’re all gonna go baby. 

This mix is marinated in lots of contemplation and manifestation. Listen with your good ear and a good drank. May the groove be with you.