Less Notes ♭ ♯

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

I know which one I want removed

I’m thinking of cutting this finger off—
just make do and play power 5 chords on guitar.

but at least it’s not on my forehead 🤷‍♂️

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And now I’m tied to a train
Down memory lane
Stuck on repeat
Repeat the same old same

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When Life Gets Thick…

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

When life gets thick…
grab a pogostick…

If your road feels stifled—

try a unicycle…

🤷‍♂️

(Λſʞ) ㄣ–ᄅ:Ɩ sǝɯɐſ

˙ƃuᴉɥʇou ƃuᴉʇuɐʍ ‘ǝɹᴉʇuǝ puɐ ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ǝq ʎɐɯ noʎ ʇɐɥʇ ‘ʞɹoʍ ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɹǝɥ ǝʌɐɥ ǝɔuǝᴉʇɐd ʇǝ˥ ʇnq 
˙ǝɔuǝᴉʇɐd ɥʇǝʞɹoʍ ɥʇᴉɐɟ ɹnoʎ ɟo ƃuᴉʎɹʇ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ‘sᴉɥʇ ƃuᴉʍouʞ 
˙suoᴉʇɐʇdɯǝʇ sɹǝʌᴉp oʇuᴉ llɐɟ ǝʎ uǝɥʍ ʎoɾ llɐ ʇᴉ ʇunoɔ ‘uǝɹɥʇǝɹq ʎW

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Shakespeare & Me & Hootie (Week 20)

Troilus and Cressida

Willy `•.

“Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back…
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion…”

Hootie ♭ ♮ ♯

“Time… why you punish me?”

Me `’.,°~

Tears run deep…
in dueling smile lines…

James 4:14 – “For what is your life?
It is even a vapor… that appeareth for a little time… and then vanisheth away.”

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Shakespeare & Me & Aretha (Week 19)

Sonnet 29

Willy `•.

“For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.”

Aretha ¡¡♪

“The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you.”

Me `’.,°~

Morning comes—

mute with love—

my heart
keens—

you.

Song of Solomon 6:3 (KJV)

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.”

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Shakespeare & Me & Slipknot (Week 18)

All’s Well That Ends Well…

Willy `•.

“My love hath sworn to me he is made of truth;
I do believe him, though I know he lies.”

Slipknot /¡\

“It took the death of hope to let you go.”

Me `’.,°~

Please—
be quiet…

while I unmake
this compass.

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evicted.

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

Day one…
Birth…
The womb…
Evicted.

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Ban Them All…

If you could permanently ban a word from general usage, which one would it be? Why?

Words are overrated…
so misused…

I say ban them all…

just to piss off
folks that talk out their necks…

the ones
that love to play with them—

trying to impress…
without ever feeling
a thing…

anyone caught using them
must clean truck stop restrooms
while eating tacos…
for an entire day…

I think I’ve said too much…
I haven’t said enough… 🤌

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Shakespeare & Me & Gin Blossoms (Week 16)

Sonnet 30

Willy `•.

“When to the sessions of sweet silent thought…
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought…”

Gin Blossoms >¡<

“My fear pretend… that I’ll never be in love again… It’s real to me.. but not like these fools… and not like this scene”

Me ’.,°~

i don’t break loud—
quiet knees down—
soundproof tears—
’til i meet ground.

until i fall away

Job 16:20 (KJV)

“My friends scorn me…
but mine eye poureth out tears unto God…”

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just satellites and astronauts

— wish you were here

sos…

someone please come get me…

by the looks of the buoy…

it’s point nemo…

just satellites and astronauts…

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