If I leave here tommrow,

Would you still remember Me?
Lynard Skynard.

-Its like you never had wings.
Deftones.

But tommrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun.
G.Harrison.

Give Me one last painful kiss….
Social Distortion.

So the boys get here tommrow and I am house bound dirty.I am totally freaked out over seeing them again.I had almost sunk into the quagmire of being a garden varity loser.Thwarted before it got too late…though I feel too late…no sleep again sorry….Got a letter tonite from one of the tribe.”I have somthing to tell you but I dunno what it is” Just that alone was enough.

This is for all of you who are out there.

On the wire.

On the point.

“I wanted to wear My colors [so to speak] on my neck for the world to see” -Skoota, on his “SF4L” ink.

I guess I will let you know where it all stands when I see the lads again.

The B* is passed out,Sin is making somthing beautiful at her sewing machine and I am wild eyed and malignant at the computer once again.So nothing really changes.’Cept that I thought that it was Monday.

Its Wednesday.

And there is the sun…up-a-fuckin’-gain.

Ahhhh!
The summer of 03′
Sleeping with the wrong people and walking wounded.Glebe markets full of trustifarian cunts eating hash cookies and playing hacky sack…Kill! Kill! Kill!

I wrote this in three different places and it tied in with three different things that were going on in my life.Its a brave cry for help thing.I was dead in the water but I would not ask for a hand,as always.

Nanda was the 1st person that I read it to.I think she paid for breakfast that day.”I fell up the street…” was refering To Adam and Sophies house in Glebe that I haunted, very damaged all throughout the summer of 03′

By the time I got it together enough to reach out they were not home.I was ashamed of myself and kinda glad in the long run cause I was really fucked up at that point.

It reeks of that summer to me and the greiving that I was doing at The Shed in Glebe after losing The Ranch. …and all the things and people that went with it.

I stayed alone,shot hoops at stupid hours of the nite and rode my bike around Sydney Uni listening to sad songs.

Blah ,blah, and blah….

So This one is for those who put up with My shit and oddly enough still belive in My shit.

To My sister-in-law Nanda,Adam and Sophie and greif,My most faithful companion.

Believe in Me??$#@!$
I guess thats all of you ,ya missguided fucks!!!

Heh.

-Glad.

Im glad that you were not home tonight
when I had my fragility
Im wishing that you were
but there was only me

And for you not being?
Seeing?

Im thankful…

Im glad that you didnt hold my hand
Lie and say that you understand
I am tired
I ran away
I dont want to be this today…

Im glad you didnt see
The vomit plague inside of me
And I got so tense so tight
I fell up the street so glad that you werent home tonight.

I cant do this
but it sure as hell is doing me
And Im well done as it is and it just wont let me be.

I thought that I’d been spiked ’cause I kept seeing things moving
I cant do this but it sure as hell is doing Me and Im well done as it is
and it just wont let Me be…..

So like I said,
I am so glad that you werent home tonight…

As I lent on your doorbell, I was crying…….

……………………………………………….
I guess that will be it for Me for a while as Ross is gonna be ,As we all are, AWOL.
[Song for that sentence “Ramblin’ Man” By The Allman Bros.]

Dont take it easy
Take it anyway you can fuckin’ get it.

SF4L
Michele.