Elucidating Questions

I love guitars

The sound they make

I love pianos too

I love getting to know an instrument through an artist to the point I can recognise their instrument in the wild

I used to know Lindsay Stirling’s violin like that

I love violins too

Maybe it’s just things with strings

Oh so many strings

None of them attached to anything

I lament

But guitars

When they scream

Maybe I should marry the persons who invented instruments

In the afterlife, obviously

Maybe everyone’s married to everyone in the afterlife

One big happy existence

But guitars

Damn

I swear I get better feelings from listening to a guitar singing its melody than sex

Dance music had its place but give me a guitar solo any day

Guitar solo please

I should go ask sir blue flame to make a guitar solo

Sir, I demand your guitars have a solo

The sexy beasts

There

I’m not good at words

I’m only good at words

There is a fucking duck

Somewhere

I do not live in duck land

Speaking of strange occurences

My weed dealer came in for shorts today

🤯

Guitars

No, see, you tell me to slow down

That fucking baby music where it was Frere Jacques except horrible and it played for AN HOUR at full volume

There is no slow down

Only think at 500 miles an hour

I love babies

Baby music overwhelms and overstimulates me

I doubt it’s nearly as good for them as they pretend it is either

Nonsensical prattle

Much like my writing but I don’t go out and yell my writing at people in stores.

Though that may get me some attention

I wish people still did guitar solos

I suppose I should go eat the first meal I’ve had in over 24 hours

Chus