Shot down like a bullet

Shot down like a bullet.   There’s a girl in my shower two nights in a row now. She’s got great  big tits and she keeps screaming my name. Like a did something wrong. Every night she shoots me down like a bullet.   I wish I could get you out of here. I wish…

Never trust

Never trust a man who wears a suit to the bar.    

Ray Bradbury and the Country Boy

Souls must grow warm before they grow great Before they may speak They need a fire to huddle against Flamelight to flicker inside their eyes Looking up into yours With promise of something wild Something imbued with duende Words you don’t recognize Listen While father speaks the ghost These things between your warming palms are…

This Clarinet is totally metal…

What’s better than a metal clarinet? Not a lot of things. And bonus! It plays! Now I’m glad we met, Metal Clarinet. The pads I’ll replace, and the tension springs, (They’re quite old, I’m told.) If I revive you, and love you like a Real Riabouchinsks. We’ll march out and play the old fashioned way…

They say…

A picture is worth a thousand words. Unfortunately, in my case it’s more like a million. Here’s your picture of the day. Don’t take it in all at once, it might have to last you all week.