A rough take of a 3string instrumental approach to Soundgarden’s classic “Black Hole Sun”.
This morning, ignoring the slackers on the panhandle of this revolting cesspool of a city, stepping over the druggie bums while hurrying to digital servitude in order to pay off my future self for my present home entertainment system, I took a sip of my Starbuck's and...
(PAIN!) Cassandra gritted and bore, relaxed; squeezed without using her body, encircling the pain, putting it at a distance. (good) (so far) (shut up) That small amount of backtalk had cost her her control; the pain returned,...
Abandoned Neophyte Madness #1 It was four-forty-five in the vicinity of the department store; and the mad last-minute shoppers, fulfilling their duties to society and themselves, rushed violently through the place like...