The guitar chronicles

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction and creation in the mind of the author. Any resemblance to any actual person or events is strictly an interpretation of your minds. So if you want to continue reading, please read without any assumptions. The writer does not take any responsibility for your assumptions, because they are after all yours.

1:1
In the beginning,

The guitar god spoketh and I spath in hith face.

2:1
His book probably consist of seagull, his personal spirit, and he hovers the face of the earth looking for lousy guitarist to criticize.
2:2
He looks all awesome with his long nose hair and silver crowning glory, which has surprisingly been covered with dye despite his mother's objection (oh yes, he has a mother).
2:3
Sometimes I wonder why he even bothers, because in his PRESENCE I feel funny, like being out of beat most of the times, I mean, all the time.
2:4
Oh, and he use to ride on a Yamaha that turned out to have a wonk wonk sound. How cute. So it seems the whole earth has to bow before his powers in using his tree, but then again, they probably fainted from hearing.
2:5
It's ok if you don't understand what the previous words were about. You weren't meant to.

And on to the rest.

Ok ok. I know. Someone just finished her obsession with the god and the wisest king on earth, and concluded something which I shan't reveal.

Some people just can't be real. So they learn to look fake.

I'm an enigma. Even to myself. I don't let you in because you don't bother. Not that I care and yada yada yada.

I'm going crazy and I need some time alone to think.

If reading my blog makes you depress, don't read. I can't accept responsibility for you failing in your work. Take this warning with a pinch of salt. After all, I'm a writer, and if you don't read, why do I bother writing.

Life is contradictory. Everything is an irony, when you seriously look at it. Why live when you will die? Of course many have answers but few have the truth. The truth is out there so they say. But those who have found it are no longer with us.

So here I am trying to live life without making things difficult for anyone, (to little or much success depending on your perspective), and I've found that keeping quiet, and just listening to others really shows how intelligent they are, which is not very much most of the time.

Friends, they are for blasting, and then when they have gone through it, you can find real ones who stay. Use them wisely, and be used in return, but thats what relationship is about isn't it. Even though you claim in your heart that I'm wrong, that you are a loving and caring person who will give his/her best for your relations, yet have you ever used someone? Saying no would be saying you are perfect.

Yes Yes I know the harsh realities of life. Debts, Death, Taxes, Aging and Guitar fund. blah blah blah. I got my needs and my wants, but who to supply them? God! sure. He does that and more, that's why I learnt that it doesn't matter one bit whether or not you genuinely care, if you want to bless, if you want to take away or even if you want to leave. Most things just don't matter anymore because they pale in comparison in the knowledge of God and knowing that I can fully trust in Him no matter how deep in the stinkhole I am in.

Oh, and don't start getting all religious on me because I don't invoke the name of the Lord in vain just because I want to appear holy to your eyes. Don't be so sensitive. Part of what I'm typing is rubbish and part of it is the truth. But what really matters is all in my head. In essence, this paragraph is to remind you of the disclaimer. Yes, I don't need 'wise' advice from people I hardly know. Because all you probably get is a blank stare and a look with a deep hidden meaning only I would know. So go ahead and suck air and live for once and stop poking your nose so deep into people's business.

I'm sacarstic? No, I'm just expressing humour in a different way.

That's all. Enjoy the rest of your week.