Is there no standard anymore?

-Pantera.

I will always love you….
-The Cure.

It is what it is.What more can you ask for in the long run?…The word is that Ash is heading to London for a few weeks in Novemeber so catch the shows while you can as all is gonna be left of where I was standing a scant minute before is a little puff off acme style cartoon dust.My tan is fading and I miss the beach.Yep,you got it…a month of sun and salt this way comes.

Then all the summer shows will roll like sonic waves. Picture me listening to Janes Addiction and scratching the salt out of my dreads and there you have it.

Toddski is all about the Hot monkey sex and memories in NY right now.Never think that your emails dont reach out and touch me in places that I dont bother washing.I worship all my pirate mates.Mr S on the border who tells me that he is working his way through all the years of whitetrash.Mr cynic saying hey at Bondi,Miss Amy dreamlet…

….you are all fuckin stars.

I am such a blagging cunt.I nicked a pack of nuts for Ross and here I sit throwing em in my cakehole as he does joints on the lowdown in lounge.

Stevie wonder and Bob marley…erm…Sisters of Mercy and pantera as well….My disc man is attached to me all the time.

Didnt wanna write yesterday.I listened to alot of my beloved J Cash.Got taken out to lunch by a smooth motherfucker who is messing with my dirty atoms somewhat.Bah! headshy freak.

I find my self at Deluxes monster gaff after dropping guest vocals on a new Mzannthropic song.I made a tool of myself but it sounds sweet.I found a love letter in a dumpster and am now waiting to go to Club 77 to take pix so I can get a story happening for our next epic filmclip.

I feel like we are all on some kind of sexy poverty stricken vacation at the moment.No complaints.furious missles being sent back and forth from Cali…MmmmmMMM!!!! Gonna be so cool.We had a good jam last week and knocked through all the trax that we have not been doing live yet and they sound good.No complaints.

Leeroy had the most bullshit weekend up here with the tribe that began with losing his wallet to kicking in his front door when he got home…poor bugger… buy him a brew and ask for the fable…worth the price of a beer.

Let it be known that I still roll a brillant 3 paper joint.

Been training all the time and not writing enough.I have a bitter vein running through me that I would rather not tap at this point as it is all comming out too “Samey” not what I need right now.Doin that thing when I walk around listening to one song till all hours thinking that my life is a movie that only I can hear the sound track to.

Sin got me hooked on a band called Snake River conspiracy when I was living in LA.Its all about the Cure cover.Owch!

Gotta go.
Later
SF4L
Michele