GRAVID

the data recovery process continues. on the disk i received from the specialist, every file had been renamed (from File1 to File5183) with no way to know what the hell was what. so i’ve been sitting here tediously opening every file, seeing what it is, and trying to reorganize it. i’ve found some pretty incredible things that i don’t remember. some files are still corrupted and have no chance of being recovered, but i’ll make it through alright. the most disappointing loss are the mp3s from the concerts i played in vermont. those were fun to listen to.

an excerpt from 2002 (no date, i can’t remember it):

Yellow red and purple pills are berries stolen from such pretty fairies that fly like gnats into my eyes it makes me cry I try to hold it back. I lack the strength the strength to just push them away. All the little leeches stuck to me they suck like whores behind locked doors once more I say it’s you that I deplore. Electric ladies not half there with hair as long as time I climb but never reach the root the truth is always where I forget to look. And so it ends my little friends my stomach bends it hurts it aches for rainy days when I can go to sleep and wake with a smile on my face where no more digging is necessary where everything repressed just digs itself a grave and dies.