Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Rock, Paper, Garcia


You can be someone’s rock, but no one’s made of stone; even if you were, it’s a losing proposition. Rock beats scissors, but wind and water rub rock down to sand and silt. Time beats rock. Time beats everything.

Smoke your cigarettes and skip the barber. Drink your coffee and play the guitar. What else is there to do while time takes you by the hand?

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  1. Snaps beat sewn on buttons.

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