Let Go

[Vassago]

You know what happens sometimes to nerds, when they've been told they're nerds for too long? 

He grows his hair out long, starts working out, writing poetry and playing the tin whistle. If he's turned dishevelled, by way of his inner madness, women might say to themselves, En passant, 'That man needs a bath.'

Occassionally, a star struck wonderwoman will eventually find him. She asks, "You want a bath, sweetheart?" 

Tragedy begins. He sheds himself of his worn, "HOPELESS ROMANTIC SEEKS FILTHY WHORE" T-Shirt and he falls in love. That is the end of the rest of his life.

From a darkness, he remembers back to a time  when he recognized strange things about himself. That time, he'd pour whiskey and listen to Sonny Boy Williamson. He came to a conclusion, then and he thought, 'Damnit, that man knew how to work the harmonica.' He says, in a strange vibration, 'A Maestro as such must have learned to work pussy up into a frenzy.' So he learned that his mouth was a weapon. 

You will not bring them all to their knees, but you will make most of their knees tremble.

The young, they learn quickly. So is the beginning of things.

 

[Bit Banger]

In the immortal words of Willie Brown (Joe Seneca, Crossroads, 1986),

”Man don’t play the harp, don’t get no pussy.”

[Vassago]

And man loves to fly. Azure cape, battle, fast Japanese bike. Carry the one whose dying. Carry her as fast as Boadicea will fly.