Everything is going to be postponed for a little bit because of injuries and busy schedules.
May 17, 2008
Postponed
April 20, 2008
as a child I was aware of the moment in every circumstance
They're dead, all dead, at least to me. They've gone away, they no longer exist in my world, only in my dreams. And in my dreams they exist only as awkward torsos in fragmented motion, as blurred faces uttering garbled phrases in voices that are not their own. The transmissions are hopelessly distorted.
[J0T]
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