Jayne Mansfield? who is this? all i knows is the forket trink, the gypsy rose, the skud. how you doing? i havent heard from you in a while. prlly not tonite either i need to ca ca rash.
la forket! how are you, i haven't heard from you in ages. alas i've wasted away my spring break by working more than i really should have and now i'm back in the school schemies. yes i did skip my morning class but only because my alarm didnt work. i've got class in 3 hours or so too. i just want summer to come. how are you!?
as i keep my disappearing dance of weekend trance i condense once more into patterns and dead lines. from the depths words have formed for your eyes to see and my fingers seek to speak to you. as for now i have to dreamscape. meet in the drawer.
thanks for the kind words gypsy rose,
those masai guys are just so rad but i'll admit i was totally hip shotting it so they wouldnt give me guff. eh, so it goes.
my paroes made me take malaria meds this time and there taking me to hell and back; my throat is tied in a not and pain dances within. stupid anti-malaria. malaria was easier.
YO HO HO and ohhhhh so much rum, i've landed again right on me bum! so we're back in nairobi after a week of drunken festival in watamu some incredible waves, some beautiful beautiful sunshine and some long due relaxation. i'm so pretty gold brown i don't know what to do with myself.
now we're back and it's lookin like a time at village market for hooka and drinkings amore (love). my pal-o zack was at the coast with us and we just drank and drank and caught up beyond catchings, it was fabulous. we've decided the gravity was invented so that beer could run down our throats.it makes sense to us. anyway on me way out, whats your new mission now that all the film is done and gone?
keep dropping lines! i'll do my best at keepin up.
chachachalater
like i like totally punk blitzed london. queenie balinni balou, who gives a rats as about you. as in the queen not you. everyone cares about you. cha
