My ol’ lady’s outa town so I’m building a fort in the kitchen out of pillows ‘n shit… not ‘shit’ shit, I mean ‘stuff’. newspapers and blankets and stuff.
That’d be a fairly impenetrable fortress though…
There’s been a lot of noise recently about the economy and how much it sucks gorilla balls. Frankly, I haven’t noticed. I was broke in 1999 and I’m still broke now. Nice and fuzzy and broke. Come and warm your hands against my abject poverty. Mmm-mm. So good.
I’ll be attempting to swim to New Jersey on acid again next week, if anyones interested. I’ve been training a whole bunch and this time- I think I’ll make it. You remember last year I got chased by a pelican with a chocolate saxophone? Well, this year I’m doing it blind folded.
You see all this? This is what I write and then delete before I post. It’s my warm up. It’s like Diamond Dave doing squats back stage at MSG in 1980. It’s almost exactly like that except no one wants to wring the sweat out of my sequined leotard and make a Cosmopolitan with it. Oh god, Cosmos. I could really go a Cosmo right now, or a Manhattan. Now there’s a drink, a man’s drink! Don’t be fooled by the cherry, thats a red ribbon for a lightening bolt! Those things fuck you up- and how.

Alright cats, I gotta chase a dollar bill across the desert… Wait! Check out this record if you get a chance. It’s one of our all-time favs.
Johnny Marr is all over it. Worth checking out.
Here’s the second single from the album-
Bye!