I don't want anything.

Are we really living in a big box or were the walls never there in the first place?

If heaven is just a database and God a program, what are we?

An electric guitar to borrow until January.
Anywhere from 50mb - 250mb online.

Any ideas?
I'll give you something nice.

I'm not going to be playing music publicly for a while unless my friends convince me other wise.

We're coming into winter now and I don't know if I like that yet.

I miss you.

I'm off to Seattle today and I hope that I have a wonderful time.

I'm either going to be happy or have another winter.

Since last, I've played with exempli gratia, Kid Theodore, The Matador Room, The Murrs, Arthur Scully, and Brilliant Red Lights.
But that means nothing.

I have a home again.

Cheech left.
She's a light.

Kandace has left.
Today is a sad day, but I will cope.
For a year.

I haven't listened to this album since the last time I went to see him.
We still had the apartment then.
So much has changed.

I'm leaving them now.
I'll be seeing you soon.
The album is taking a different direction, but I think that I like this one better.
Don't expect a gift. I've lived off of $40 for two weeks.

I hope things are fine when I get back.