"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Bored, waiting for the party to arrive.
Apparently me making shitty videos of myself playing acoustic covers will join the Saturday Mix Series as another shittily regular--and regularly shitty--feature on this blog. Deal.
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