"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:"
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I Have Squeezed Blood from a Stone
Pictured above is an actual text--just figured out how to "print screen" on an iPhone!--I received from Ronno, after we spent the weekend jamming out sporadically.
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