i'll never make it out of the ghetto.

from: a while ago, no idea about what

hopeful, optimistic, (as though the last 8 years didn't exist), spacey, like spacemountain, thoughts of deadman drifting off, then grindy (is this how all albums are made? one big thing that awaits decapitation and partitioning?), a horse? skipping record warm sound that makes me sick to my stomach, like that band that doug played us,