honey bees

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borrrrrring...



So here's the secret to everything... or nothing. I can't catch any bees with that guitar... no pun intended. a.....HA... HA........a...... HA! Bees aren't into fake flowers that smell like armpit I guess.

Also... you should enjoy the shitty lighting and the cheap camera pictures. But that's my latest 'creation.' It looks better than it sounds... which isn't too good to begin with anyway.

Oh... and D'Addario strings. Maybe it's just me... but these strings feel like I'm playing an ass or something. Anybody want a set or need a set?

ZZZZ

My heart and my lungs are not on the same page.

500

It's like 300 but more... like... this is Sparta and Athens and the place down by the beach where you can get a really big burrito and I guess that mountain range counts too if there's anybody up there.. anybody? No? Ok. You don't count then.

I'm walking a very very thin line. I'm so close to cracking and I don't like it. Somebody tell me how to widen this line. I need it to be wide enough so that I can like... roll sideways down it. Not that that's what I plan on doing, I just think that would be sufficient for me to go down the line without feeling like I'm going to lose my mind. A nice saunter if you will.

So I finished my guitar. It sounds trashy enough. Even trashier than before. I put on the wrong gauge strings, so things are a bit messy there. It doesn't matter though... when you see it you'll... uh... see. Really, it's like art.

"I was going to call you 'Mary.'"