(With Apologies to Robert M. Pirsig)
Truer words not heard (in a while)
I have re-read (not that much fatigued)
Some of my recent comments.
“Comments are our life-blood”
I live for comments.
I love comments (and comets)
There is no real point to this post.
If you like/don’t like a post, leave a little something of yourself behind, by way of a comment.
Even if just to say, “Hey! This sucks!” or “Hey! This rocks!” or “Hey! Don’t quit your day job!”
Here is my musing, put to music:
And a related post:
“And whoever said I did not embrace The Eighties Music?”
Good Morning and Good Friday
Now I realize hearing rock music this early in the morning is probably not everyone’s cup of tea/joe/gin/sloe gin/slow joe, or other.
However, I do have a small request and I have
bastardized appropriated stolen this song to illustrate it.
Graphically and Acoustically.
I love all y’all’s comments. (But damnit! they ain’t enuff of ’em)
So… listen to the song (it will wake you up, not necessarily in a good way, but wake you it will. (Little ‘Yoda’ comin’ there at’cha) And please be sure to crank up the volume to get the ‘full benefit’.
And take a sec to comment (good or bad) on my stuff. Well, the stuff you choose to read anyhow, as feedback is the song of my soul. And it is good and it is good for you. That is, if you come here for ‘value’ anyway.
Yes: Take some time; drop a dime; make a rhyme; throw in a lime; give me some time (Friends! Romans! Texans! and ‘others’; Lend me your beers.)
Okay: That made absolutely no sense what-so-ever, but feel me?
Happy Good Friday to all my good friends