no blog tonight, a jet star nightmare has left me numb and shellshocked but you were good cupcake whirling all those numbers around in your head like that, wow. those suckers are imprisoned in their little boxes, you and i don't have to be.
i'm totally wiped out from a massive day, that ended with a freaky session with jules and hp smoking copious amounts of good weed, and i think the subject shifted from last weeks enemas to this weeks brazilians and reconstructive surgery. jules came up with an alice in wonderland idea and i told them about my travels at weekender playground with agent stone, agent atlantis and bergit. wow that was when agent stone got really drunk in the room on arrival and me and atlantis went down there on our own, across on the ferry into the hordes of freaks. what a great day, weekend. playground, is one of the best festivals i have been to, it's only accessible by ferry, and it had great music, food and stalls but what i loved was the freedom of it, it's nice to go nuts every now and then, somewhere beautiful and soft, the weather was wonderful and i think some brilliant bands were on the line up, it had something for everyone. but the strange thing was i was following something, a feeling that i get, the grls followed me as i led them through the masses, i didn't know why the pull was so strong but it was there, very present like a magnetic current, and it led us straight to agent stone, who was now recovered from her alcoholic narcolpsy and in full party mode. . agent stone is an old friend, we go back a long time now, i should write about her.
she is beautiful, she has been a really great friend to me and that's what i wanted. just friendship. she has a baby blob now he's nearly one and a half years old.
i had a falling out with agent stone a while back, after that festival a few years ago, i never saw her until she called me over in the car park and showed me her baby.there is no dad around, she don't like him.
but before all of that there was the time we first met. i was nuts about her and not in a good way. she kept a lot of animals, birds, one called psi and she looked like a fairy or at least belonged in that realm nurturing nature.
but one christmas psi got eaten by a cat, and i watched agent stone crying. wow it was really lovely. and i knew then i wanted to be her friend. we were peas in a pod. but then everyone started coupling up, and we remained friends while others split up. agent stone and i used to do a lot of stuff together, i learnt kung fu and she used to look forwards to my mid night visits where i'd turn up with some weed and smoke while she took those yellow pills that chill you out, we once had a dinner party and as everyone entered we gave them one, in a matter of moments everyone was asleep. we never had any dinner. imaging that 8 people turn up expecting a dinner, conversation and fall asleep cos we have drugged them. ha!
anyway it was a long time ago.
but agent stone is looking after her kid all alone now, in her small apartment, she does really well and she is still a good friend after all these years. we did some crazy things. i was like a poet back then, some strange hybrid beatnik explorer who finds himself wandering into the mysterious realm of the land of the fairies.
you live at the bottom of my garden agent stone and we will meet for tea.
anyway im going to sleep.
fucking jet star