Thar She Blows!
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating circulation.
From Hell’s heart I stab at thee!
You Hobo Humpin’ Slobo Babe, Get Off, Get Off, Get Off Of Me!
The Ocean Doesn’t Want You Today
Abashed The Devil Stood
SteveForTheDeaf is coming to an end! Again. Soon this place will be like an old abandoned amusement park left to fall to wreck and ruin. If you’re here after December 31st 2021 you can throw rocks through the windows and graffiti on the sides of stuff if you like. But some say the crazy old man who built this place for his love of music can still be seen at sunset. Riding the teacups and singing to B. Dolan. Read more
Steve For The Deaf 