Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunshine of Your Love


Eric Clapton, I mean, all days, it was a song, and Jack Bruce, tho today dead, and that’s persistent, and you know that Ginger Baker made noise. Oh today isn’t May Day, the scripture of strike force righteous remembrance of imaginary events that feel like music, so that now, with words saying something's missing exactly, actual tigers discuss unbelievable Wall Street. We are the guest star of the dim, get used to it.

No comments: