the_way_he_plays_his_guitar nah....! envelops me entices me makes me believe that bliss exists 011130 ... whoknows sexiness 011130 ... ClairE shows what he's like in bed. hahaha 011130 ... Norm I think if I knew how to play the guitar I could get any girl into the sac 011201 ... whoknows or not 011201 ... silentbob is like he's masturbating and trying to get girls to watch, and they always line up 011201 ... jestification it's all he is. i've known him forever and avoided him the same. yet here i sit, on his couch. if only he didn't sing the way he does. if he had just never picked up the guitar. i wouldn't be here. but when he's creating music... he is absolutly the most beautiful creature i've ever laid eyes on.... hands on.... why did i have to go to the show. why did i have to witness... 011205 ... go toot hes just showing off. but he looks good doing it. 011205 ... unhinged made me fall in love with him the fact that he would do anything to get famous doing it made me back away in disgust 011206 ... Kate He sat back and let everyone else play, but on the last day, it seemed from a distance that he let the others "convince" him to play for them, unabashedly and emotionally strumming and singing, and those around him joined in. The three of us watched for a quick minute, under a starlit picnic table, then realized that he wouldn't be joining our conversation until later, when he would escape from the spotlight. He played all sorts of songs, the pop rock, the indie, even the "stay with me and I'll have it made" song that reminded me of a friend back home. Twenty minutes later, he hurridly walked to our table, not far enough away for the sound to have not carried, and gave us all a glance that seemed to apologize for his absence. I smiled inside as he sat on my side of the table, and we continued our conversations until they made us go in. And then his sister laughes and says he always is playing his guitar. She croons and air strums and I smile, his spotlight. 020814 ... jane indescribable i tried to teach him "wish you were here" but then i got all overwhelmed with his lovable frustration and i told him i would tab it out for him and then he up and moved to seattle 020814 ... blown cherry I know most of the time it doesn't matter if I'm there or not, all he needs is that guitar. But sometimes he thinks of me too while he's lost in the music, at least I think so. He played something of his that he knew I liked, I leant over and kissed him on the cheek when he was done. A little smile crept accross his face, and for another one of those happy, fleeting moments, we were both smiling, and we were both happy, just simply happy. Complex emotions need not apply. 020814 ... nah....! with watermelon_solos 020903 ... girl_jane pretty pretty 030129 what's it to you? who go blather from