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Ok.
Still no phone at home, so all youse is gonna have to bare with me… or be a bear… or have a beer for me…
Whatever.
Still writing.
Still dreaming.
Still thinking.
Still screaming.
Still not sleeping.
Still being.
Still wanting.
Still longing.
Still standing.
Still breathing.
Still reeling with passion and feeling.
Still cheesy…
I’m probably way late in saying this, but I’ve found a net cafe that does koha days a few times a week – The Freedom Shop in Leftbank off Cuba.
It’s across from Offbeat Originals – home of the worlds best burger…
Yee-ah!
I love you all, don’t forget it.
Another thing – might be giggin’ it on Sunday night at Bluenote – so if you’re in Welly, be there and come support me.
I’m gonna try and get my bestest bud along too, and he’s way funnier than me… so it’s not gonna be all angry hippy beatniks.
Um, yeah.
BTW – if anyone knows where I can live in Welly, let me know…
I’m kinda over the whole being held hostage/ gangsters on crack/ unpaid broadband bills thing. Fuck that, I say.
I’m a writer, not a fighter.
I told my flatmates I’d be out by the end of Easter – good time for a re-birth – and to be honest, I don’t have even half a clue what I’ll do next…
So if ANYONE knows ANYTHING about where a poor student who works stupid hours at Midnight can get a house with the net for him and his dog… please let me know.
Other than that – Booyah!
See yah!
Peace, love and hugs.