the serotonin sequence blues

got a synapse lapse gap
got the serotonin sequence blues
got a cytokine storm brewing
antisocial binge spewing
stuck in a funk punk
death by a thousand boredoms
gonna listen to the boredoms
shake my mind up
hustle the brain with skronk
got the serotonin sequence blues

ain’t easy to be happy in a dying nation
don’t sweat the small stuff — a dying civilization
let’s hope the bacteria get it right next time
got the serotonin sequence blues

we all have metanarratives inside us
there’s a story for a story
fix the music in your pose
clarity in prose inessential
got the serotonin sequence blues

What I’m Reading:

Troops of monkeys living on the Rock of Gibraltar have learned to eat soil in what scientists believe is an effort to settle their stomachs after all the junk food they receive – and sometimes steal – from crowds of tourists.

Researchers spotted the intentional mud eating, known as geophagy, while observing groups of Barbary macaques in the territory. Monkeys that had the most contact with tourists ate the most soil and consumption peaked in the holiday season, they found.

— Ian Sample / “Gibraltar’s monkeys eat mud ‘to avoid upset stomachs from tourist junk food’” / The Guardian