montpelier. next up is barcelona. im looking foward to being back in spain. i like france, but spain feels like home. or something like it. um. some of you have gifts coming.

ive got a ton of french bands that i need to list for a certain party, but thats to come later.

i have some lyrics and random bits, mostly written on trains. lots and lots of sketches. some will be scannned.

also a story is in the works, im taking notes, about my running away experience. its going with the first one in a collection to be titled I was a Teenage Cannibal. get the bit about assimilating yr evirons and yr peers and living off of them? you did? good, heres a cookie.

words:
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(this a song ive written. ive written about fifteen. with lyrics)

she sang a song called fucking
wearing her fathers tie
a silver silken belt
between two breasts so light

benjamin braddock
was stuttering away
in the corner
of my
eye

she sang a song called fucking
wearing her fathers tie
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give them thirty years
and that many pills
and its all neo tokyo after that
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you see a sullen little man
you see him slouch away
you think thats the last youve seen of him
well
yes
it is.
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thats all for now people. two weeks ill be home. and then you get to see my beautiful chickenscratch drawings....until then...