Sometimes, I have dreams. They are often ominous and terrible. The end of the world and the dark planet spinning into space. Bodies buried. Walking endlessly through abandoned cities with crumbling walls. Humans pickled in giant jars and dolls coming to life. These are these dreams... In a way

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... The Box o' Songs is continually growing - most songs I have, have not been recorded as yet, They exist only in my head, heart and certain muscle memories, 4-tracks 8 tracks 16" ..,on napkins, boxes of pads and pads of paper, shoe box of mixtapes and demos and my own lowgrade hard-drive. Aside from that thanks for listening. Welcome to my virtual Box o' Songs Peace

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