tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post1850972494375095578..comments2023-03-29T19:13:00.733+05:00Comments on Inkblot: Sun On Her StringsThe Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09039808695031501605noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-50934504700010155742011-04-23T02:29:51.320+05:002011-04-23T02:29:51.320+05:00oh burn...unfair man,its not just about how you pl...oh burn...unfair man,its not just about how you play,its about the passion!Banehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05027999632617537094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-64916064003553030502011-04-17T00:47:22.920+05:002011-04-17T00:47:22.920+05:00fine you want some compliments here goes.
it was v...fine you want some compliments here goes.<br />it was very cool, like Bane said the sexual thing was nicely done.<br />if only this kinda intense relation to a guitar showed in your playing....hmmmm....<br /><br />:)The Empathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811593738870172985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-53954793937000199942011-04-17T00:45:38.886+05:002011-04-17T00:45:38.886+05:00oh balls.....oh balls.....The Empathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811593738870172985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-39857629603494641572011-04-16T21:09:49.390+05:002011-04-16T21:09:49.390+05:00Thank you all.
(not you Empath)Thank you all.<br />(not you Empath)Ishmaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14845536645335802052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-52422406807388082512011-04-16T00:01:58.055+05:002011-04-16T00:01:58.055+05:00I picked her up, reverently, and placed my fingers...I picked her up, reverently, and placed my fingers on the strings. And I began to play.<br />The music flowed from her, and from me by extension. I no longer existed. I fell into her so completely as to lose myself in the warmth of her touch. And the music flowed. An eternal river flowing from infinity to infinity. Or so it felt to me, lost in the storm, searching for the eye.<br />And so it went. When I finally re-emerged, I could do nothing for a long time after but stare in wonder at her. My Willow. I love her so.<br />As the sun fell over the horizon, the last of it's rays touched on her strings. To my eyes, she was bathed in light. And so I see her, and so I shall, till the end of my days.<br /><br /><br />you have described it in sucha sexual manner...a nice touch.Banehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05027999632617537094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-16001903723657458902011-04-15T23:05:46.495+05:002011-04-15T23:05:46.495+05:00i like the ambiguity but it's stretched, more ...i like the ambiguity but it's stretched, more than needed.LMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01636498395629625351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-60459590126197655612011-04-14T15:15:54.916+05:002011-04-14T15:15:54.916+05:00or is it?
MAAAIIINND SWAAAAAAAAAAB!or is it?<br /><br />MAAAIIINND SWAAAAAAAAAAB!Banehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05027999632617537094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200919202727235404.post-19069661851348569372011-04-14T14:55:55.076+05:002011-04-14T14:55:55.076+05:00yup....totalllyy....that hendrix dude was jusstt a...yup....totalllyy....that hendrix dude was jusstt a poser wasnt he now..<br />(@ the part abt loving ur instrument)<br />p.s this IS nihit im just too lazy to log into gmail on my dads laptop.TheEmpathnoreply@blogger.com