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Post by CAPTAIN on May 2, 2016 2:52:16 GMT
no guitar no amp,seems to be a boring way to spend the month of may.picking chords and scales now theres is no way.in a closet or a case easier than loading or listing on e-bay.there may be some regret or maybe not.the itch will come sooner and i have sold what i bought.there is no fear.my girl will by me a new one because my birthday is the last day of may.ticket bought i will not sell, b.o.c in my backyard not far away.
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Post by CAPTAIN on May 28, 2016 3:03:53 GMT
storm forms in the eastern bahama chain.pressures drop and depression increases.ocean swell rises where the northern flow of the stream ceases. the eye of the storm is two points abaft of beam.dark grey sky in a following sea.heading west by northwest and true by compass.sails full with wind. twelve knots down swell in tight trim.safe harbor so far away,stay the heading and navigate true course the rest of the way.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Jul 5, 2016 2:08:22 GMT
lite southern winds and bare coquina exposed.the temptation to wade quickly erased.empty sands,no foot prints in sight.warm early morning sunlight shining so bright,breathing the salty air and a sky lite blue so very fair.an empty place and a wide open view,lonely but beautiful a nice place to think.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Aug 1, 2016 1:09:40 GMT
warming light of a summer sunrise,casting its ultraviolet rays upon the soul.rising tides and rising temperature,vessels of song in a tubular structure.rolling off in a eastward direction,angle wing swept for the departure.high above a seemingly empty ocean.a ship with wind filled sails,heading in the same direction.charming to see a enchanting vessel.heading into the shimmering reflections of the sun.
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Post by CAPTAIN on Dec 9, 2016 19:40:18 GMT
the are without warning.crossing time and space.piercing thru with no resistance.singing the atmosphere scattering beams.origins from the universe unknown.continuos pulses beyond our reach.shooting around the speed of light.crashing in more than crater deep. ni to li burried beneath man's feet.
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Post by centola on Dec 9, 2016 21:56:34 GMT
john glenn
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Post by CAPTAIN on Dec 10, 2016 3:38:15 GMT
very close too there.
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Post by Parker Dude on Dec 11, 2016 20:34:02 GMT
Can I have some of that stuff you're smoking?
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Post by CAPTAIN on Dec 12, 2016 3:16:05 GMT
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Post by CAPTAIN on Mar 5, 2017 2:34:19 GMT
soft metals wrapped in plastic mesh,rolling thunder and lefty turns.divinde wheels 5 screws turning.the smell of acrid burning and a bent string with no direction.bent by force and smashed to pieces,a wasted ride is thrashed to pieces.calous transition forced onward and beyond,to the willing of the spectators rage,faster faster we want more speed.do not slow down or you will be ejected for not enough distant time, speed and time.equal distance.a compass rose with magnetic difference,falling down drunk add scotch whiskey.constrained by draft you will continue on course.
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