This one’s a vibrant jab—part funny riff, part full-on rant tear—recorded mid-commute while I chat with myself. On other tracks, I strum around on my acoustic and recall some songs from back in 2012, when the world was on the brink of collapse. (Spoiler: we saved it. Or maybe Cern just shifted us to a slightly less doomed metaverse. Or more obviously doomed, depending on how full/empty your glass is.)

This episode hits a lot of nerves—some funny, some serious, all of it dripping with mid-level scathe. And cuntiness. I talk psychedelic shamanism and facilitation, and tighten the thumb screws a bit—because let’s be honest, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder. But I also love what shamans do. I’m just a rebel, a skeptic, a question-asker, and yeah, sometimes a negative fuckhead. No hard feelings. This is just me being me.

Original icaros and raw jams inside. Obviously an overall homage. Hi Hern. I miss you. Maybe you're alive in Cern with Bun.