voluntary confinement within the box
sister ledge
renovator
old shoes
street parade
captain of the benches
implant
non existent people eater
the last tooth
tiny boxes
the actress
patch of dirt beside the bridge
ghost town sleigh bells

Wooden Implant is a secret record that lived far too long in my head.. recorded while hidden under blankets and whispers in the middle of the night, trying so hard to keep everyone and everything away from it... it is about compilations and time travel and disappointment.. this record leapt out of my head and didn't give the chance to stop it. it is yet another attempt to reconcile the different parts of the universe and match one thing together with another, using things from the past. it is a prelude to what would be happening next.. a plea for the big booming screaming things in the world to sit crisscross apple sauce on the dirt and try to see what is really going on... there is a lot of chances for me to realize how deluded i really am also though.