pretty melody

My own garage band, Gash, toured the small town venues of beer swills extensively in the corner over by the Dodge, same old songs played endlessly. My left hand warped by repetition, taking classes when I could, warping my right hand with the perpetual clutch of a pen, teasing the squeal of young women with the lazy bend of my B string, twisting their panties with harmony and moving their hips to the distinctive sound of the Gash beat, driving a sexualized pretty melody.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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