01.24.09
Round One: 2009
I have nothing cryptic enough for this entry. You’ll just have to trust me. It’s all in this little book here. Well, not all of it. The rest is in my head. Some of it is inside my guitar, but the only way to get it out is to play the proper chords. I don’t know what they are yet. Thus, if I seem cryptic at all, you surely understand why.
TexanNewYorker said,
January 26, 2009 at 16:54 pm
This post makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine.
And I am about as cliché as an ironic trucker hat on a Billyburg hipster.