i have set down my guitar for awhile and stopped writing music because banging my head on my wall interests me way more.
i need hugs,
the ghost in my house likes to whistle and pull leaves off the tree in my family room. leaves dont just fall off of fake trees, and the wind doesnt whistle harmonious tunes.
last night was awesome, had a lot of cool people over, the guys chatting it up on one side of the room and the wives gossiping on the other side, and mike and holt came who i havent seen in months
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