Hollywood California.

Gotta warn you…I am hungry,tired and raving….read on…

FUCK the self righteous punk police!
-The Hard Ons.

Im more of a man than you will ever be
Keep your bouquet of bullshit
You only get one hit for free
I could walk away and let you think you’ve won
Well,Thats a nice idea right tiger?…
But guess what?….Im not Fuckin done.
-NOLA.

Midnight rockers,cityslickers ,gunmen and maniacs…. -Massive Attack.

Friend of ours got invited to “Pornstar Kareoke” tonite…the visuals would have been astounding..And somewhat bouncy I imagine..The world has gone a bit pear shaped in that regard..Jennine Luindmuller has gone blonde and Jenna Jammerson brunette?

*falls to knees*

“God ???Why????”

You SO know that I am gonna have a Vivid girl on my arm sooner or later…..Snort!….Sorry! Musta dosed off!

3 recorded tonite and he was tired and glowing when he got home…I miss that feeling…I dont even wanna think about the last time I cutsik…Glad that I am not a Hollywood drug feind [“There is still hope for ya Madden”] Fuck! That was my inner “Keef Richards” again..Gotta get that seen too….Pills cost a bomb here!!!!!…I will stick with Porn and Star-fuckin-bucks…..

Dealing with some weird fuckin baggage….Got lower than a snakes ass in a wagon rut there and it was hard to come back from….nothing that a razor and alot of tea didnt fix….for the time being….I feel so mean when I think about getting up there again that I could eat rocks and shit a highway….I need it…..Guess the boys will be jamming in jays basement up there….I just drive round with Sach laughing at my crazy fuckin life singing along to my Beloved Slayer at the top of my lungs….spinning in circles….Venice at midnight…

Proud with the weight of our tribe. Of what we are to and for each other all over the fucked up skin of this broken assed rock…..All the shit that you give me…that feeds me…I do take it seriously….And if cunts want to judge me for it I dare em to walk a mile in my shoes….Fire away…Judge not lest you want my size 11 converse wedged fair up your ringhole…I dunno what part of the bible I pulled that one from but ya catch my drift….

I am in Hollywood LIVING my dream..Doing it,not slagging someone else off for having the balls to get out and do it…So tell me?….How IS night shift at the Rooty Hill Esso treatin’ ya boyo?

B* and Sin have been stolen by the X box which leaves me so many hours on this thing that my back freezes and I piss pure Sprite.What are ya gonna do with a kid like that huh? You know that shit is pear shaped when I have the stoner brigade on my tail to “Stop talking about doing it and write the fuckin thing….”

So here I am….

Ramen noodles are the cornerstone of rock and roll and I have been told that I am a total MySpace whore…So be it….Sue me ,its the 1st time that I have felt useful in fuck knows how long so I am gonna run with it……I have gotta stop watching the live clip for “Damage”….Makes me think of what I am missing.

But it makes me think about how much bigger this next round is really gonna be.I think that being desperate suits me…burns me harder….I am now thin enough to start running again which I am kinda dreading…much rather wear sandals with knee high white sox on a BMX…What can I say? Living off Santa Monica brings out the “Dre” in me…..Starting to look like a chica with my new blue eyes and long straight dark hair…oh man…a tan! I have a fuckin tan!…..Gang bangers have got their look down…and why is it that I always want to be a boy???? I will tell you why…cause tits get in the fuckin way….My rack refuses to shrink which is why I have to run again…

Oh Myspace!!!….a cruel master but getting the word out there and I have always been a zelot on that front.

I love all the holier than thou fuckstick metal bands back home with their unreadable logos who wont add us….eat my shit you posing cunts….you play ya fuckin’ 3 shows a year and look all mean up the back of the pit cause I will be IN THE PIT! Like a real fan you uptight asswipes….

They hated me behind the counter and they hate me even more on the stage……

I win.

I cant wait till daddy tells y’all that its time to cut your hair and go to work….Remember me…your kids will be buying my albums.

Fuck ya’s….

Feel a bit better now….Hit The Highway with Sach last nite all the way to Malibu at one in the morning with “I cant explain” by The Who blaring..Which made me miss Blackie like no words can ever cover….as we got off the freeway by the Capital records building [Think “Ford Fairlaine”] I screamed out the window “GIMME A FUCKIN DEAL!!!@!#@!#@!#” Sach laughed his ass off and I felt some what sheepish but who gives a shit right??

I know that my drummer is gonna be back in Canada real soon..Thats gonna be one fuck of a shock to the system.Ross sent me an email the other day and Ash said that he got wasted and someone cut his goatee off….which I am praying is a lie…..Its heavy…what it takes….and I have got nothing left to hock….we all feel it so hard but its all for the sound…send these epic letters to each other full of mind breaking facts and they all end with “The mix is massive…..”

Isnt that what life is ment to be all about? The massive mix? I had what people would say is “All” once…big house…Husband….Sick fuckin Ford [78′ Fairlane!] but it never mixed….Walk it like you talk it and I am unafraid to say that I didnt for along time….I was just another almost ran in Newtown who still had the safety of a life…got clean and settled down….and I knew that there was somthing missing even more than getting high…

All these cunts who tell you that “I was always punk/metal…” Yeah…Ok….Everyone evolves…if its in you it will bloom and that is somthing that you dont have to defend to a shower of gobshites who have nothing better to do than live at home and Spend all their money on 50 dollar import long sleves trying to out cool the next guy…I dunno about you but Metal/punk always ment a place where you could go sick and NOT be fucked over…look…I buy the teeshits too but why have ya gotta be such a hoiler than thou dick?

Go and listen to The Hard-ons song I quoted at the beginning….Punk Police…Metal…Hardcore…Ska…What ever….Rock on Or fuck off!

Ponder apon it….Now back to my escape from semi- normality….where were we???…ahhh……

I was missing myself..I was a shit wife and I still make a crap girlfriend cause where ever this fuckin thing leads me is where I am ment to be….When I get to meet all you guys….. when you sing back….

Nothing worse than the lies you tell yourself….me and my dumb assed red light life….all to get me here…and I am sleeping on a sofa with my sister covered in dog fur and you wanna know somthing? It could not be any more perfect…

‘Cept if the dr told me that I would die if I didnt start smoking again……

When Ash wrote he had just done the Edit on “Good Mourning” which leaves 11 to go….So I guess I will catch em all round April….This break is the best thing that could have happened to me…..Like I have written a heap of Sikfuks in Canada….You rock….its just when the lies became exposed shit went wrong….deal with idiots? Get assfucked….. But For Endre and the sounds we got?
I would do it all over again….cant belive that I am saying that but the music….the fuckin sounds!!!….there is nothing else worth that purity….

Gotta say well done to The Hell City Glamours on snagging the support for Alice Cooper…..I know so many motherfuckers are gonna be green with envy….I dont miss the tall poppy bullshit on that beautiful island at all.
I am behind you boys all the way…give em hell.

Fuck the doubters
They will always be right where ya leave em.
Behind you…

Dont get none on ya.
SF4L
Michele.