Whose woods these are.

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Feb 262011
 
Whose woods these are.

I want to write something. I want to write something but my brain is so tired. You ever feel like maybe sometimes you’re in the wrong head? That’s me tonight. Unsettling. Not of the norm. Of course I suffer from depression, like, constantly, so it’s tough to get a bead on what “norm” means for me. But whatever this is, I don’t think it’s it. I had several people ask me about the demos I […]