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These past few moments, I've been playing with my voice among a song.

If I were to record myself, I might just be happy with it. Lauren gave me the song, and I wish I could give you mine.

I was told by some far off person or thing (the head that was on the couch when my head was on the couch) that I should sing to you. There's the curse: that rite was shackled or welded down in some clear hot glue or caulk way. I've said this before, maybe six or seven times before. Six or seven or eight years, in a sequence--I wish I could sing you to sleep.

But I'm okay with singing to myself. I don't much mind how I sound, I think I might actually like how I sound.