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For You

I bite my tongue as the compulsion arises to speak to you directly. In doing so I would betray the impetus behind this desire for a pittance of immediate gratification. To do this would be immature and unserious. Now that I have eliminated this possibility, we can begin. It’s not hope: it’s a knowing. There […]

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Desert Wolves

A hurricane of bittersweet nostalgia hits me like a truck when I listen to those rough and growly guitars captured on my phone in that little industrial warehouse. I don’t know if you know this, but we were actually starting to get pretty good. But I know it was never about that. It was always […]