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Saturday, July 6, 2013

No net

I forgot to give myself a net and I think I'm falling. Whoops.

Guitar resentments are flooring me like a truck off a bridge. I'm late to the party.

I'm hearing voices but I'm not a part of any conversation that isn't in my head. Is that good? I heard the comic has to get locked up inside his head.

Ok I'm here. What now?
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