as the world
Wednesday, March 30, 1994
Entry by Ray Weston

"Kind of damp, chilly morning. I'm still in my funk. I'm feeling fine in my haze; beautifully disgusted and faintly evil today. It's inside again, it needs to breathe with me. I feel it and greet it like an old friend, but its got to leave soon. It envelopes my whole persoanlity, no expressions, just a blank cold stare. Other than that, Brett's guitar parts ore overwhelming. He's finished Settled Land so far today. Uncle: Sounds fucking large so far. It's mid-afternoon and I'm feeling much better now. I don't know what it is, I guess it's a morning thing. We phoned pre-neptual frenzy (Glenn and I). Uncle is done. Incredible song. I can't wait to ruin it with my vocals! Best Regards: I get cofffee head and pool eyes tomorrow. I have to go jogging, weather permitting."

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