giving him a run for his money

[miss_bijou]

Poetry is...
the acrid smell of burning bug guts in the hallogen lamp of life

I'm teaching myself the mandolin. It hurts the fingers
Your guitars may gently weep, so does my cello

ramble ramble ramble

blah blah blah

yadda yadda wee ooh

Comments

[jepeutimaginer]

ferlinghetti ain't got nothin' on you, babe.

[collin_mayfield]

yaaaaaaaaaaaay i play the mandolin.

i have a book and some tapes if you'd like to borrow them...

and try playing that thing with chubby fingers...oh what a challenge.