Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
and I mean
ANYBODY
that ever
says anything else?
IS A FLAT OUT LIAR.
"Because you
(Honey)
said.
Seven years ago:
(At that time)
"The time has come
for him to bring
his twos together."
That would be
14 years ago now.
14 years."
We did not meet
three years ago.
It is not complicated.
It's really not.
And this?
This was almost year ago.
Monday,
February 17, 2025
Time is coming
to be living in my reality.
Cause this aint it.
Not even close.
2 Turtles
1 Frog1 Crayfish
1 Salamander Tail
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