singer sings a song
studio. late night Tuesday. sing singin' away. took a while but it workd/i think/..... finished Your Blood On My Hands laying on my back staring at the ceiling. god bless the Silver Bullet mic/echo/.reverb/distortion. means i can actually listen to myself without cringing. or maybe the cringe-inducing moments are the most "real"? all of this effort is crafting artifice anyway, its just a matter of merging the honest and the artificial in a meaningful way. sense? you gotta be there 'spose.i am missing many things today. and they are so far away....
but somethings grow nearer. i have to believe that.
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posted by Khmer Rouge @ 1:09 PM
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