Instructor of Guitar and Music Theory:

Shit be whack, yo.

I’m still down

for educating You

if you wish.

Alley Cat Music died

a PSU-strong-armed death, too many years ago.

It’s unfortunate– amongst the arts of popular culture– the live music-scene may lie in greatest jeopardy of extinction.

Properly used, the Uniform Resource Locater is a means of assurance. Canonical internet URL’s have a high probability of correctly, accurately redirecting the Hypertext Transfer Protocol compliant User Agent to the intended, if not desired location. One must be correct. One may be accurate. Some data doesn’t lie. That fact is, as we understand it.

Never underestimate the Power of Denial.

Individuals who publish media such as plain text entered into a terminal may exhibit a high probability of propagating lies. Illogical. It’s likely. Some people publish text via social media outlets. The fact is realized. Neither fiction, malicious software, nor generally wretched porcelain unicorn-like shiny content share the same utility.

It’s time to move on.
Switch gears.
Crank Windows.
Use Linux.

Take the walk. Give the talk.

I wonder, what then might You select for a domain name?
You’re correct. Namespace.

It was delightfully devoid of difficulty.
Thoughtless.

Don’t!

I had to use § and ¶ and remove all, if not superfluous spaces and %20-like characters abstaining from the abhorrent use of underscores and dash-like characters.

Pshaw, I say! C’mon, Sherlock. Y’all, and Cagney & Lacy!
Trivial-Pursuit
and its successors would have thrown out such a cryptic query for it quite simply is not difficult. It’s just enough to extrapolate: the winning answer.

No big: lesson learned.
Never underestimate.

Affect your community in a manner of requisite discarding the smartphone. Whatsoever technology dost make thee to be so pleasantly hypnotized?

Reach for the sky. Reach for the hypnogogic! It’s not the same. Look it up. To sooth your mind to such pleasure in a Virtual world of nothingness, as such this is. Don’t look up.

Reading. Took time.
Time spent.

Goddamn FLAME’S EXPIRING!
What usefulness as a being, biting at humanity, a Utility knife? Not too dulled of life.

Time expires in consciousness.

From you a bit of precious time
so will yet more endeavors
by yourself or the pawn
become impractical means of passing time.

Me. Myself. All Yours.

Ironically, it bears little resemblance to a pastime. The incalculable ROI here expended like staring at the Mirror. And there we might agree it’s likely to continue, incrementally separating what could have been You, from that which We cannot but recognize more correctly, accurately, as a “He”, “She”, or otherwise human (personae/influencer), unknown.

Dig.
You get all that?

Aww, phooey!

There. I did it again. I forgot to hit “Record”.

I think I had it on “Play”.

You don’t mind I go for take #2?

Do you?