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Sunday, July 05, 2009

as unpoetic but yet




I've been playing guitar with by brother Jimmy lately. He has been in such a situation that has brought his presence to our home much more often. It is good for my soul.
A tool box for a kick stand, cracked symbols and blood on the snare. If not spirit, then what then?

What then bitch?
Posted by la gloria, la gloria, la gloria at 10:16 PM

1 comment:

B. C. Lovato said...

I'm naming my next kid Traynor.

7/05/2009

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