Dec 1st?….Bah-fuckin’-humbug.

If I were you?
I’d leave myself alone.
If I were you?
I’d stay at home.
Keep out of trouble see,but what do I know?
I am only Me……
-“Novena”….Song on new album.

May you live in interesting times.
-Ancient Chinese curse.

I am writing lists again.Walk past a window at 3 in the morning and I dont look like anyone I know.My book is like a open wound, an open letter begging for a scrap.Whadda you do if you cant work out if your bone fuckin lazy or depressed? I dream of inpractical shoes and snake arms to hold me.Why am I awake and writing? I guess because I cant be fucked falling up the street to go home.

The sun making its way through the striped fabric that the last loser who lived in my room put up for blinds,I shoulda left well enough alone but that has never been one of my strong points.I dug under the empty tuna tins and candy wrappers till I found my day book.And I counted.

35 fuckin days left in ’04.

And Here I sit ,like school in summer….no class.

These things are important.To Me at some stupid fucking hour for equally as stupid reasons…enjoy.

Gibson Guitars
Songs that employ the use of Cowbells
Thigh high boots
Dinner at the Rainbow
Fart jokes
Black Sabbath
Scars
Tattoos
Elvis
Having Muses
Sharp things
Salt drying on your skin
Liberty
Making up big words that sound real when fighting
Shoplifting
Charity [See above]

My social circle envolves Big Ed who is missing teeth and is also on the wagon.He works at the gas station that I wander by on my night roaming missions.Also the 2 sweet chicks who man the slurpee machine at the 7-11.One works 2 jobs to pay off a whopping credit card debit ,the other is engaged to a dude who she met by the hot dog machine a scant 6 months ago.”Knew he was the one from the get go” she tells Me.”Oh Brother” I think.

Its so early its late.Or the other way around.

If I had a dog Id kick it.Its -12 and my teeth ache its that cold.Here that its gonna be 40 somthing in Sydney.Shut up I hate you.There is no God.I am missing….ahem……Nunchuckka Superfly-Pod People.

Moo.

There is talk that I may get to sing this week.I am listing that with the evergreen ‘Checks in the mail” and the timeless classic “I wont come in your mouth.”

If I were anymore bitter and twisted tonite you could use me as a garnish in a nice dry martini

Ciao
SF4L
Michele.