Thursday, December 9, 2010


In your prayers, all my sins are remembered.
I translated Shakespeare.

I'm having an affair with my guitar. I love the way my fingers slide against it's smooth long neck. The way my arm hangs over it's body to provoke the sounds I wish to hear. And especially the way my hands adjust the head into the right position for the perfect pitch.

Give daddy a spankin' for being naughty.
Christmas ain't comin' to our town anymore.
-Thank god.

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