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Trying out some old-new outboard gear with my Portastudio. Considering this a fun equipment test.

My ghost was hiding deep in the book stacks He get mistaken for hat racks Gets toppled onto the floor My ghost lives on the edge of the sidewalk It doesn’t matter how I talk It’s just the same as it was But you know how it goes It…

I see my footsteps in the garden I hardly recognized the feet The ruddy clay in Carolina Impressions there in front of me The stalks above collecting daylight Conceal their mysteries down below For who I am I too traipse your garden If…

Trying out some old-new outboard gear with my Portastudio. Considering this a fun equipment test.

This old road bends round the lakeside Round every little tiny curve They drained the water out one morning So now it’s just a field of dirt The little houses rest uneven Upon the dried up empty shore I feel the absence all around me…