12 November 2009

when i drop into my stephen stills thing, i go all the way

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Just seems like a minute or two... I'm dropping into a meditation on the quality of consciousness that writes the words, and puts that spin on them, puts that guitar around them just so... and the decades... the millennia... but I begin to see my breath and think... hmm... it must be pretty late and, uh, it's kinda cold in here. Oh just one more and a coat....

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