The post title, is a title of an old Bob Dylan song from the ISIS album
Hold on, G’damn bug, get out of my coffee, inserts finger, flings dead bug
the yellow footprints came to mind, as in, if they mean nothing to you or understand them, don’t worry about it, it’s not for you to understand. I could tell you but thickness of the paint & the asphalt they are painted on isn’t possible for others to understand. To understand them, one must stand on them. They contain knowledge reserved for the crazy brave, the invincible and the full of wonder. It’s something carried inside the heart for the rest of life.
Some insight
File under:
telling it like it is
Sips coffee,
it’s a good thing God didn’t ban rocks after Cain killed Able, otherwise David would have been defenseless against Goliath
Sips coffee
It’s the one constant in life, you build something worth having, some asshole is gonna come along and try to take it.
Justin James, reminds me of the Albino brothers, Johnny & Edgar Winters without the drugs.
Here he plays the ammo can guitar
Thing about Blues, one either likes it or they don’t
I like how Justin explains the shovel guitar