This one goes even deeper down the wormhole—a whopper, way more songs, more spontaneous tangents, more dickness, and some vitriol for breakfast. And some real-time editing critique as I try to figure out what the hell I’m doing. The mood swings continue—humor, seriousness, more jabs at the psychedelic guru game—but always ultimately from a place of love, curiosity, and trying to make sense of it all within the struggle.

If Part I was the gauntlet, this one’s the slow bleed into cosmic confusion. You’ll hear the songs come alive while I riff and react in real time. Many funny moments editing this. Many weird ones too. Vulnerable. Don't hate me for showing a negative perspective. Sometimes it just takes over, and my voice is like a whiny brat. I need a voice change. I don't identify with my tone. 

Anyhoo, Ayahuasca in the blood forever. This is me mapping out the Yaksman I and II, raw and unfiltered. Thanks for listening, and as always, thank you for protecting me from that cunty imp that one time. Toodles.