Los Angeles.

Everybody knows you love Me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful
Give or take a noght or two….
-L.Cohen.

That woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die.
-Bud.

In one single moment your whole life can turn round..
-The Streets.

You know that they wont win,Dont let them win…..
-Crowded house.

Children waiting for the day they feel good,Happy
birthday,Happy bithday.
-Tears for Fears.

Im feeling left behind
Lord! What a waste of time
They brought and sold you
Ride on…Ride on….
-COC.

She is nothing but straight up beauty,burbon,ciggeretts and bordom.
I miss that one last whiskey kiss before last call and if you asked Me to run tonight?I would sprint wind wrapped.
I would be by your side.

Nick Hester from Crowded House hung himself a world away in a Melbourne park.46 years old. Rich,respected,talented and swaying.So I guess that it dosnt matter what you do,if the monkey owns you sonner or later you are gonna have to pay and peanuts will never make the grade.I Remember when they played their last show and the whole of Sydney sang along….So fucking sad…hope that it was what he wanted….sad regards to his family.

I now call the Canada era My “Kirsty Alley” period.Miss Suzanne sent me Pix and I have got more chins than a fucking chinese phone book!!!!Never fucking again!!

Cant sleep yet again and I should be answering qustions for a new intervew with the great Miss Metzy but….my brain is as limp as a eunchs rig.I want to think on em’ cause they are good.Sikfuks ask the best questions…We ordered alot of food last nite and I am still distended now….I pushed my little round tummy out at my sister and sang “You dont have to live like a refugee….”

Tool.

I think that my boys are gonna be here in a few days which sets my panic alarm off.I have got sikfuks in Canada telling Me whats up and I have not heard from Delux in days.It is the most insane way to live.

On the door for Moterhead this friday.Spoilt.

May of helped if I had of got a phone and didnt live in a ghetto.The cops slow down when ever they see someone different on the phones on Santa Monica.Fuck it…I am making excuses.I admit it.I seen to have fallen into some kind of “K” hole yet again.We are going out to Malibu tommrow to retrive some of my sisters stuff that she left at some dudes place in Hollywood that got kidnapped by some mad Brazilian while she was in Rome.

I dunno what its all about but I wanna see the ocean.I think that is what I miss the most about living at The Ranch.

Speaking of the Ranch…..One of the coolest blow-ins from NZ wrote me today to tell me that he got inked by my beloved Mr Craft down on K road in Auckland….While listening to “Detestimony” he gotta carved up with “SF4L”….Fuckin A!!! Skoota my friend!…He didnt tell me where on the dermis….so I awaite pictures….Killer!

I ended up on a Hollywood rooftop the other morning after a nite of playing wanna be reckless rockstar.The B* and Sin have informed me that for blowing in round 10 the next day that I am now grounded.Which sucks balls.

Nothing helps me ya know? Other people..one on one?…the bullshit…where ever I am… Bah!

The only thing that will quench this fucking ache is touring with my band cause I dont believe that there is anyone one person who can fill all the loss and void within Me.Who am I kidding,I know there is not…..I have been known to make myself ill trying to pick up peices that were best left alone.

I have always felt that there were no “Homes” in this place.Like every apartment is steamed out of dead dreams and made spit shined ready for the next sucker.I am too aware of time.It fucking curses Me.Everyone has to belive that they are the “One” here in the city of Angels or they would just pack up and die.

I ask Myself what makes me so special and it leaves me on the bathroom floor dry eyed and cotton mouthed with terror.

And thats on a good Day.

Thinking that its the god in you that gives you light.That its the pure intent that fuels desire.I would hold reckless under the burden of you.I miss you now when you are in the room,having you next to Me gives me a sense of arid space.I find dry bones on your surface….the landscape of you.

Empty …
Citrus pealing from the overburdened vine.The grass as thick as retardation beneath me as I watch the sky flat on my back in the hollywood boneyard and I am teathered to decay.The sun burning me through the smog makes me belive in things that are gonna do nothing but get me hurt.I know that I am crying but I tell myself that it is just a trick of the light.

People huh?
They assume that I am smart because I listen, because I write rather than interact.Tonite I am dumber than a sack full of hammers and there is no mercy here.

No sodas in 4 days and I have lost 6 pounds and still have a blinding headache.Fucking sick that is…..

Got hammered by My bro Gooch out in Tucson for not heading out there yet…The last 6 weeks have blown through so fast…he is saying that he is gonna hunt Me down.I will see what the fable is with the band…I dream in sand and I will see you soon.

Gotta think about where in Europe I am gonna land in May.Berlin is looking real good to me so I should get off my ass and write the most amazing Miss Billie Lime and beg for a few weeks of floor space and the back into LA to do it all over again. You know that I am gonna get gaunt and roam around by the wall thinking of Christanne F and listening to far too much Bowie and Iggy.

There are worse things to do with your alotted time on this rock so what the fuck right?

Just want to see my brothers and work out some kind of plan to keep us rolling solid here.It will happen…I know cause I have been writing this fable all along…..

And for you I tap the vein again and ….well…..Another new one.
I wrote half of this in Sydney at Chez Rock and the other half came on the spot when me and Ash went into pre production in Canada.If this song was a baby it would have duel citizenship.If this song wanted a date it would more than likely send mash notes to your sister and leave them unsigned,Its one of those “FUCK! I know I am right why wont you just take a fucking chance and hear me out!!” Numbers.

Too many think, off the bat, that this one is about them which is the mark of a good tune and a sick indication of the dizzy heights of my friends paranoia.

Rock and fuckin roll eh? What are ya gonna do?

-Rail.
[M.Madden]

There is a straighter line
than you were first lead to believe
And I greive
For such ignorance.

There is much more
Within what you see
You should have been shown
You really should have known.

You exhaust me with your apathy
Your long lines
Im sad with pity
in stereo…….

I try not to get too much
But I think that im trying to hard
To make somthing out of nothing for you
Look at what your losing
while your choosing away from here.

I am willing to get shown
Take this path alone
And we may meet
If and when you get there
Just thought that I would tell you
opinions have values
but as usual
You dont care.

Look at what your losing while your choosing away from here.
This is a one shot deal
look into my eyes and tell me its not for real.

Well,Thats it for Me.I will try and get a few more in
before Ross cuts Me off.Kidding.
I dont want to stress him too bad….
Looking foward to meeting all the sikfuks of the great
state of California.Of the world….

Now more than ever….

SF4L
Michele