Hope is just a four letter word

Still friendly warm vampire sun - inviting to sit in the evening, have a few beers, smoke something and enjoy some good tunes. HAWKWIND come to my mind. Space rituals, journeys to strange points in and outside, weird imaginations, ecstacy... or maybe KYUSS - down to the ground droning guitars, no trembles, just bass, the perfect sound to watch the sun die on the horizon. The moment of the day to come to peace with oneself, to accept the irrelevance of the own existence, to let it all go and flow... or rise high... whatever. Hope to keep up a bit of this feeling for next week. But then again, hope is just...
It`s weekend now, again. Feels good! Have nice time, you all. (Whoever reads this - nobody, I assume... cheers!)