blistering

there' s no time for anything else.
just poppies and road wings! -kEith kimmel

listening to the Beatles. reminiscing about lost times, regrets. and i say begone! one more second on spilled soy is one more second lost of the soul. i'm here to pronounce the beautiful. how many times i look at work i've done in the past, LABORED over in the past, WORRIED over getting just perfect ... and then seeing it in the present (maybe years later) and loving it, all the stress gone, meaningless (obsessing) in the first place. what i'm saying, young kitties is ... this sailboat, is soaring ... and frets; frets are here and forever now only for my blistering guitar!