the woods were scary. so was the music. dead operations, made shift shaped nonsense. in a house on howhill. the declaration of ones mind and imagination has NOW gone to trial. bent,waved and shunned to real world tabloid hands waving them in. it was hard for me to make it this far. granted my option is only to set it free. perhaps you can help. all ways other then your own depends on it. listen. to music. and view the world in the eyes of a fool. this is why i struggle to make these sounds. -dnl. 2008�
