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November 19, 2002 - 11:23 am

right now i'm listening to some parchman farm crew which is an old field recording of a prison gang. they sing while chopping trees down to keep their rhythm so the trees don't fall down on them. it's pretty incredible stuff.

i woke up late this morning and i still haven't had my coffee. it's raining again and i can feel my motivation and purpose just slip down the gutter. winter in the northwest can get pretty depressing. i should go out and buy my plane ticket to toronto but i still haven't received any confirmation regarding dates from the BigAdAgency yet. it's making me nervous. i need that job. fuck.

i don't think bits n' bites counts as breakfast cereal.

i might as well keep listening to the trees fall: early in the mornin

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