Baal

Dear Diary,

I've had but one of my two weekly victuals and I am back ... back on the flex, having the good fortune to cross paths with a jewelry-maker on my travels, amidst the harpists of Glasters. I immediately gave the Ugandan geologist my artefact to inspect. Naturally. T'was as my heart of hearts suspected, but refused to believe. As always, the anticipation of an event is better than the consummation. The stones were Cubris Zirconia having a near identical refractive waveform to diamond, but no. This makes my conscience slightly easier to bare.

The man lives around the corner from me, and like I, loves Glastonbury. A gem-cutter. We spoke of many things. Including the city of Baäl (Basel) situated in three seperate countries: Froggieland, I-tie, and Swiss. Seemingly Albert Hoffmann made his famous bicycle ride there. Magnificent. My White Bicycle. Like the song. L5D. Groovy man.

Right now I'm shit-faced, and ready to rawk! No problems: only solutions.

Stay On the Flex

Maxx.