for sale, guitar case, like new
So sad 😭
Sometimes, that’s the only way you can stop someone playing Wonderwall.
Bocchi the Rock alternate ending
A giant hawk ate a busker and pooped this out mid-flight.
Please, can somebody help me find my butt plug??
vampire guitar is sleeping til nighttime
She clearly wasn’t a fan of your fingering
Video killed the radio star.
It was the summer of '69
The day the music died
Johnny Crash
Gibson Custom Shop
Boccher didn’t want to bocchi anymore 😔
In this intriguing photo, we see a striking contrast between the vibrant red curb and the dull asphalt road. The curb is painted a bold shade of red, almost like the passionate hue of a ripe cherry. Its smooth surface curves gracefully along the edge of the road, providing a sharp boundary between the sidewalk and the street.
At the foot of the curb lies a weathered black guitar case, worn from its travels and adventures. Its surface bears the marks of time, adorned with scratches and scuffs that hint at the stories it holds within. The case rests against the curb with a sense of quiet resilience, as if waiting patiently for its next chapter to unfold.
Nature, too, makes its presence known in this urban scene. Sprouting from the crevices of the pavement, small patches of green moss add a touch of life to the otherwise industrial landscape. They serve as a reminder of the tenacity of nature, persisting even in the most unexpected places.
Together, these elements form a captivating tableau, inviting viewers to contemplate the intersection of urban life, human creativity, and the enduring force of nature.
Elvis has left the building.
