Out Like a Lamb
ISSUE #48
*sunrise over sodden beams across the bar floor, splinters stir with foraging rodents*
*kicks aside twisted mic stand, wipes broken reading glasses on blood-stained khakis*
If anybody's interested, we'll be getting breakfast at Huddle House in about half an hour. If you need to sleep here, feel free. DJ, could you please play "Soothe Songs."
*gingerly picks up mangled banner spelling "V•tn lo•e, Jel"*
Every year, spring comes back. At least there’s that. The sun’s non-scorching warmth remains the greatest balm for the mind and skin. It’s as good a time as any to step away from slopaganda—the flowers are here again! So, here’s my annual playlist of the soothing and the meditative, the peaceful and the pastoral.