09-12-2024, 06:56 AM
Turned this short poem into some lyrics for a buddy of mines hopeful punk project. His cousin plays drums we both were essential workers he's a journeyman. I think the band will be called "Journey Man"
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

