DIARY of a Traveling Creature. (Zlo known as Diarhea of a Traveling Creature) by Buck White and Tom Brown.     ASA Staff Journalists.    From the Siddhi of Santiago at 6.15AM, cold as Krittles, 19-rounds dune, Anu-vrtti readings, now we write you a song of brave Bhaji Bole. he is the greatest live yogi and can live in a hole. whenever the french circus, Le Cirque du Platon, plays in West Hungary, not far from dear Zalaegerszeg, he would sit on a pole.

Spanning 9-decades he is a yogi reknown.

Making odd money as a gay circus clown.     Spickle and spackle, bhajans he'd cackle. As his dog and cat, Whoof, would play on a drum.

Hare Krsna, Hare Rama!   Jaya Shiva, Jaya Shyama!      Sri Radha Govinda!

Dancing is Their heart and soul, Venu and Vina make a nice tune. Dancing at night beneath a warm Autumn moon!

Most folk are dead inside. They only want to brush their hide. If you chant the Mantra sent  by God, then your heart wakes up and can jump and glide.

But then we look for music soul, and some folks found cute Bhaji Bole.