Unmade sweetness
As I walked into work today, I found two men sweeping the pathway. Sweeping the pathway clean of dead bees, thousands of them. I figure that they must have built a hive somewhere nearby. A desire to settle down, I guess. And got smoked. So much goodness unmade.
Lost and unfound
Some times we just lose our paths in life. Computers are dangerously close.
Beck
I was listening to Jeff Beck. The album is called Jeff. And neveer before did I realise that we have a similar style. I do not mean to say I play like Jeff Beck. I do not even dream of being there. But i just could not ignore the stylistic similarities. Could be with this album (Jeff). I can so much see me writing music like Seasons or Pork-U-Pine or Plan B. I have never felt this way before.
Room for improvement
Glasbergen's strips do not have the sophistication of Scott Adams. But here's a winner.
Lost and unfound
Some times we just lose our paths in life. Computers are dangerously close.
Beck
I was listening to Jeff Beck. The album is called Jeff. And neveer before did I realise that we have a similar style. I do not mean to say I play like Jeff Beck. I do not even dream of being there. But i just could not ignore the stylistic similarities. Could be with this album (Jeff). I can so much see me writing music like Seasons or Pork-U-Pine or Plan B. I have never felt this way before.
Room for improvement
Glasbergen's strips do not have the sophistication of Scott Adams. But here's a winner.