razor13

saturday afternoon and i have been working my ass off and stressing trying to get this work done and i am so broke its bankrobbery thirty on my clock and i need to clock some dollars soon or a huge family of people is gonna starve, starvation is good for a younger soul, but for one that has seen a few millenia of drought and famine its not such a good thing, that part of the character has already been built and the other areas need attention at this point, all variables in the bathroom sink with the blood and the bleach, i missed venice beach so bad this morning when i woke up in the studio with tv blue screens and comp screen savers staring at me through the stale darkness, the monitors hissing like steam escaping through the back door, still not finished, a dip in the ocean to cleanse the negs away is almost mandatory, and for some reason it is the old familiar venice that i am craving, i am supposed to be getting ready for jurrasic 5 show at the greek in berzerkeley but all i can think about is the beach, a whole new transmission is called for, there was a pile of metal shavings mixed with burnt trans fluid when i took the pan off the bottom....that is a parralel statement to my exsistence right now, i have three voice mails from drunk women last night who said, basically, that i wasn't shit if i didn't come hit it right now, where the fuck is all that pussy that bad mouths me on recordings when i am in the so-called mood ....? exactly, oblivion, i can smell but not taste it, dream it but not see it, touch it but not feel it....i will sharpen the old teeth and claws and prowl for victims nocturnally, with a hunger like mine to satisfy the feeding gets a bit messy.....grrrrr.....