I shot a man in in Reno just to watch him die.

-Johnny Cash.

My pants are so tight Im like a swimsuit model or something.
-The Hard-ons.

Ya’ll gave me a kick ass birthday and heaps of cool J.Cash stuff.What more could I ask for?

Not that I asked but I know that you know what I mean.
Sorry if my head was up my ass when you talked to me but there is so much shit going on for me right now that the circuit breakers come into play and render me mute at inoportune moments.

So glad that ya’ll showed up.Every show I catch up with more and more of you that I have not seen since I got back and it always gets me lit up.Hearing ya singing back the new shit already is awsome as well.I love it when fuckers take my stage poison and apply it to their small sad make-up smeared lives.Your not that important.And I tend to balance my hate pretty evenly,ie: all and sundry.

You cannot back down,you cannot fuck with me and then suck up.What part of that dont you pea brained fools understand? I am not going away,I am getting better at this every fucking day.I am a fine fuckin wine,I am a custom car,I am gold you cunts and there are alot more people on my side waving my flag.We have got a respect in our tribe that will confuse you till the day that fate chooses to plant you.

I dont give a fuck what you are up to.I am not showing up at your shows or haunting you chat rooms so what does that fuckin tell you?

Hmmmmm?

I am sitting here humming “The Spanish Flea” incase your dumb ass needs thinking music while you try to work it out.

And that is why I am the King.

Eat me.

…………………Back to the killer week-end……………….

I had about 3 hours sleep in total and due to that I spent almost all day in bed.Hell yeah.Watched DVDs all day and msg’ed my fingers to the bone.Jason PC and Delux are sending photos of their cocks to each other and I didnt make it to the gym.

That is rock and roll.

Getting my new ink in Oct and if you are good I will show ya….

Tonite Blackie cooked for me and he and monkey sang “Happy birthday” to me in the Kitchen. Yellow roses too.

Spoilt spoilt spoilt.

But as I sit here stuffed on vegan fare, I curse my dumb humanity.I have had a wicked few days but yet I pick the scab off my slow healing heart.Monkey asks me if I think that I will ever stop wondering what they are up too….it gets better over time,becomes smaller,less, but I know that they dont give a fuck and that I am cursed to give too much of one.

On to better things.The shows you fucks! You make it all so fuckin good.Cambletown Bill tells me that “You preach too much on stage but I will put up with anything for the music!!!” A drunk backhanded compliment if ever I heard one and at 2 in the morning I have heard em all.

I am never gonna shut up.Why the fuck would I?

Hows that full moon treating you? Lord! My crew got mega dog rooted at our beloved 77 the other nite and I have been offered a room of my own for the summer! YEAH! I have not really had a room to myself since the shed in 03’….tooo long. Miss Karen has been amazing and I will still see her at the gym all fuckin day but ya’ll know that its about a matress on the floor and a 6 foot poster of Sir Iggy Pop surrounded by red candles.

Teenager forever? Hell yeah.

Heading home to Saint Tina and Sir Leeroy Fish Divine after we rock the ‘gong so forgive me for being off line again for a while.There is some shit that I gotta take care of,may tell you the fable once I get out the other side.

Just read Deluxes Tattoo…”Michele Always Wins”

Damn fuckin skippy I do.

So this week is all about Miss Karens hair and new house keys.Lord!

Still wanna do some shows up north with Bloodduster.Once the bass players are done with their cock trading I am sure that we will work somthing out.I should get gone.

Later.
SF4L
Michele.