Some things are better left unsaid. Maybe that's why the puppy shrieks nonsense at strange dogs passing the window, shrieks at volumes that pierce the walls and reverberate in the belly of my guitar. Shrieks all night, man. I think, to keep from saying something she'll regret.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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