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So....

It's kinda freaking me out how small my world is getting.

"You have to really respect your path, or you will lose your mind."
~ Tori Amos

But last night I had a dream. I wanted to give this boy a massage, but all the massage tables in the room were taken. So, instead I put him in this... I suppose isolation booth is a good description. But, I put him in there and was using this remote to manipulate his skin with robotic arms and fingers. Anyhow, something went wrong, and I went to get someone to take me into the booth with him. He was cooked. Completely. Like meat just falling off the bones. I killed him.

And all the girl can say is, "Too well done. He's gone. Now you know better for next time."

What the fuck does that mean????

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Just got the word. Tentatively Called Poop (TCP), featuring yours truly on vocals sometimes and dancing around half naked most other times, are booked for the Folsom Street Fair this year!!!

Details to come!