Blank is what I felt when I read that my favourite guitarist of all time, Roy Buchanan, had

died.   (was a few years ago now, but every now and then I'll hear something of his and recall that day)

Died and gone on to play with the Masters. Rest in Peace Roy Buchanan.

Respect

Respect is all you can have for the great masters of

music.

Music is as old as time itself in that each world, star and other solid bodies in space have their own intrinsic signature called a

'ping'.                                           

True. A resonance unique to each one. There's a classical piece, I don't know the name of the author, that is called The Song of the Planets. NASA actually recorded the sounds made by the sun and planets. 

Ping is what I do when I flick my finger on some chicks ass.... and thump, bang, clunk is what I get back for being too darned

sassy.

That's very interesting indeed... might have to investigate when I'm less underwhelmed.

You're a trip starkers.

Sassy is a good thing when it comes to chicks asses. The sassier they are the more you want to

BITE ...... them.

^^^^

Yeah, and without any organic 'herbs', too.

Bite into a nice soft bum-cake and you're halfway to heaven with a smile on yer

face.

Face covered with whip cream and cherries on top, and oh what a way to

go.

Go on, tempt me with another bum cake sweetie, and can I add my own whipped cream this

time?

Time enough for all good things to begin

again.

Again, I will have to do it all over

again!

Again I will have to do it all ......

later.

Later is when I keep hoping more people will come participate in the forums, but alas, they're all staying away in

droves.

Droves is what they call a multitude of disinterested or perhaps disheartened

people. 

All kidding aside I'd really like to know why. If there is someone out there reading these threads please drop by and let me and starkers know why.

Its no fun if others stay away.

People, who need people, are the lonliest people when the forums are all but as dead as a

dodo

Dodo were S.L.U.F.'s meaning short little ugly

fellas. (Hint)

Fellas who are short and ugly sometimes get the most amazingly beautiful women to hook up with them, and when it's obvious they haven't got two red cents to scratch their arse with, it really makes you wonder what they have

got.

Got a ton of the 'Right Stuff' and as if that weren't enough they also have the gift of

gab.

Gab is my specially, it's why I call myself chatterbox chuck.

Jordache

Jordache ain't got nuthin' on my Nikes cause they are the fastest fashion goin'

nowhere.

Nowhere man finally gets up the gump to go someplace other than someplace he'd already

been.

Been there, done that then turned the corner and found to my utter un-delight that I was my own shadow after

all.

All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't match Uvah's body to his shadow

again.

Again they say ... come hither not yonder you dimwitted fool lest the folks hereabouts notice and take a switch to your

butt.