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nandor hand hook car door ([personal profile] fuckingguy) wrote in [community profile] unknownseas 2022-06-22 05:55 pm (UTC)

Hmm.

[ Having a nice beard and mustache situation is an extremely helpful shortcut sometimes! Like, if you stroke your beard in silence, it seems like you might be actually thinking about something instead of struggling to remember the name of the gentlemen poet who composed the Hustle. ]

The trouble is that nowadays, most poets are more of a balladeer, singer-songwriter type of thing. They set their verses to music, so it really must be listened to for the full effect. You got, you know, your Robert Seger—

[ This, of course, makes him think of Gail, so he's quick to move on and come up with as many names as possible! Like, not even musicians he particularly cares for, just whatever pops up into his head. ]

—your Stephen Wonders, your William Ocean, your Lady Gaga [ he says guh-gah ], the bard formerly known as Prince... all kinds of stuff. Oh, there was a good one that came out very recently. Very talented young lady, really pulled at the heartstrings. And her name was...

[ claire, you knew this was going to happen ]

... Billy Eyelash!

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