I’m thinking of all the stories that might begin with perhaps and end in possibilities, and my guitar stands in the corner phallic; black and strong. However, I’m not sure if I possess it, or if it possesses me. Of course, looking back at my initial train of thought, I don’t know how my guitar […]
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There is so much to be said sounds without words cries without tears. Hot dogs with onions somehow remind me of someone with a serious body odor. I am dipping into the pockets of my brain as to why this similarity should occur. And my thoughts are suddenly displaced by this man on the maxi, […]