when your in a slump. your not in for much fun. unslumping your self is not easley done. you will come to a place where the streets are not marked. some windows are lighted but most are dark. a place where you could sprain your elbow and chin. do you stay out or do you dare to go in. how much can you loose, how much can you win; and if you go in should you turn left or right or right and three quarters or maybe not quite or go around back and sneek in from behind. simple it's not, i'm afraid you will find for a mind maker to make up their mind. you can get so confused that you will start to race. down long whittlel roads at a break necking pace and grind on for miles acrossed burtish wild space. headed i fear to a most useless place
blazing:
Amen bro.