Problem Child.

I am hot and when I’m not I’m as cold as ice.

-Bon Scott.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

-Stephen Crane.

Let the good times roll.

-Cajun motto.

Woke up with what tasted like a mouthful of someone else’s phlegm.

A meat eating chain-smoking bum by the taste of it.This is a shit way to wake up.So I went and camped out at my Dr’s till he gave me more drugs.I love my Dr.He doesn’t even raise his eyebrow at my extra toe or anything.So, he gave me drugs which lead to me sleeping round the clock and then waking up and fucking with my hair and poncing round in my gold high heels to AC/DC all night

I think my new look is a mix between a Sicilian widow,a secretary and Jessica rabbit.It made a dude in a mud splattered ute run a red light the other day so maybe I am onto something here.[ “Sir? Um,excuse me but these papers have to be signed right away…”]

Watched some really crappy porn while doing my nails.Russian Nymphos in space.

Nail polish ended up getting smudged.I have been a fuck free zone forever.

Its dire.But I think about all the messing about and sweat …..and then what if they cant kiss?.Here is me all dolled up to the nines smelling like a hookers knicker draw [Usually Opium or Samsara] and and get a shit snog? This is why I stay at home and totter through my fertile imagination dressed in bugger all and getting what I want everytime.

No contest really…..

“Hark! a Message!” carols our forever teen-aged tofu fueled heroine [ Yes,Me!]

It is none other than Roscoe Deluxe calling me from Deutschland to tell tales and make me grin like a mean snake with innuendo and all manor of malicious hoo-ha.Bless.He has trouble for me to get into all summer and a Mohawk. I am gonna be a busy girl.Cant fuckin’ wait.

More ink for me on Monday…..

In the meanwhile I am venturing to Canberra to see Pig Destroyer with Leefish after they blow me away in Sydney next week.Alas ,did not get to see Meshugga but was told that it was mighty and mathematical in all respects.Come to think of it I haven’t really been doing fuck all but getting better and customising clothing. A social life? Whatever….Powerehead Paul said he was expecting to see me at Down.I think that I was expecting to see me there too…No matter,the summer is parting her dewy thighs and I am diving on in.

Being that it is too fucking cold to be nude I am rocking my skanky Iggy pop Tee-shirt and pink terry-toweling hot-pants. Because as Lilli Whitetiger will tell you ,if questioned on the subject “Michele Madden. All class,All the time.” Apparently.

Have been doing positive visualisation for my big Brother in his quest for finding a home.I shut my eyes and all I can see is John Travolta in a plastic bubble.I’m working on that.Come Friday I will be watching him and Chris Haskett of the mighty Rollins band do their thing at the Surry Hills X.Blackie has told me that I am doing the next round with him.We have the cutest song that we sing together.He wrote it so of course its perfect.

As perfect as the Platoon action figures that he got me for my birthday wrapped in hand drawn paper featuring a skeleton hang off a tree singing the Beatles to me…..sigh.

So I am playing heaps of guitar trying to get ready.I keep dreaming of Dee Dee Ramone.I cant work out if this means I am meant to stop playing bass or play more?

Its four in the morning.I am gonna go and watch Apocalypse Now again.

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