May 2009
4 posts
Remembering Ben, →
A dime for the jukebox, by Ben Sheperd.
I love rock’n’roll. I love the sound of a distorted bass. I love the tingle that goes down your spine when you hear an incredible song. I love the energy. I love it when you see the sweat fly from a guitarist’s head. I love the firsts. I love the feeling of holding your first record in your hands. Love it when a ...
A poem by Richard Brautigan
“Love Poem” It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don’t love them any more.
I woke up,
and I thought, maybe I’ll get a tumblr? So I did.
Here goes.
