it was real, and I repent

"and I know there's no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host"

I've gotten high twice between Saturday and today. I've participated in numerous jam sessions--knee slapping and feet stomping and singing are all about the most indie way to go. I worked on a birthday present. I busked with friends. I drew in my sketchbook instead of using Blades thedemonhost. Something about Timber Timbre and re-reading a poignant bit of conversation I had with Chris back in February has welled up tears in me that I didn't know I had.

"I dreamt you found me in a field. You tripped over my site, and you dug me out of this shallow grave with your Swiss Army knife." -- "Lay Down in the Tall Grass," Timber Timbre