Wednesday, November 11, 2009


exhausted by inexplicable frustration. the man underneath our apartment plays music through subwoofers at 6 am. and at 6 pm. every time i pick up my guitar i feel anxious like someone is watching me. like they think what i'm doing is stale or insincere or stupid or whatever and its making it unbelievably hard to write music. i've been writing inside my head and every execution is cut short. i don't what it is. surely psychological.

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