My technologist tells me I gotta start using this site. She will shut it down. And she can do it. Ms. Baldesarri’s got the keys and the passwords. Use it or lose it, as they say.
Updates and hosting and plugins. Social media. It’s all set up and I don’t do shiite with it, she says.
So, enough of it. Let’s start using it.
I will not make anymore boring art.
“That girl got a guitar at her grandpa’s funeral,” Jimmy was sayin’.
I didn’t know much but it seemed a strange thing. To get a guitar at a funeral. For making music? And, at a funeral. I never touched one, let alone play it but they’s for people who got something to… I don’t know, just something I don’t get.
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“Well, I smell the cigarettes on you,” the doctor said.
“You do?” I said.
“I do,” the doctor said.
“What about it?” I said.
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