mortuusnox

I got to sleep with an ANGEL last nite. In the literal sense you pervs. It was sublime. The people who publish my poems are asking me for another one and I'm not sure what they have of mine and what they don't. I suppose I could just write a new one, but I'm not feeling particularly inspired at the moment. Actually, I feel rather sick. That's a great muse, feeling sick. Still no luck booking a gig for Headless/Heartless, but I'm not too worried. It's just a matter of actually talking to the guy who does the booking.
Bleh