Monday, March 06, 2017

Happy Casimir Pulaski Day



I tried to explain to a freshman cello player how this was a better song about cancer than some dumb country song he played me and Robby but his face went blank and Robby tried to tell me, people don't listen, they don't want to listen, and that's alright.

I mean, you can think that, you can be in a glee club with those guys, perpetuating the Maroon 5 and have more friends than me.  But allowing, smiling past uncritical thought or feeling, is how we ended up in this fucking awful place.  Deuces up.

Bright as the Oregon breeze:



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