heaven of a nirvana...

whoa its been freaking shit load of days and months since i ever wrote here...
but anyways its not like anyone reads my shit here...prrffttt..

well been super busy with loft57 and keeping it up...
good news is Penguin warrior julia the chef has won a silver medal in the recent fhm...woot woot for her...lets pray & hope she has time for herself,me and everything around her...

apart from that the 9 fighting koi's are doing way good in their heaven below there in the pond...fat they are....the garden in the city which is the garden area for loft 57 is looking good..just a bit short on cash for further higher end pots and plants which i'll fix up later on...need time to work up for that money...yeaaa hioooww...

Been thinking alot about opening some kinda business which i'll not say it here cause someone might just steal that idea away, yeah i know in the early part of this blog i said that no ones reads this page but you may never know....they are watching you...

Been playing alot with my guitar Ms Aerial these days and the past few months or so..been getting loads of material up but no words to go along...writers/musician block i reckon...I still heart my heart out for a Ibanez Iceman...ohh well if i could i would like a Fender Mustang also...Heaps of love for those guitars..

Ok maggots thanks for wasting your time in reading my lil rant of the month....much love now....

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Drink up my dear, your time has come.
can you feel the darkness rising above you?
you're not going home tonight.
just speak these words, "theres no place like home".
now you're mine and no one else can please me but you.
ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together, for tonights main attraction has arrived.
snap. stomp. clap. fuck.
the four true demandments hold true.
i suppose i'll ask you to dance.
join me for a smoke outside i says.
this i tell myself, might bring opportunity.
i'm so lame today.
relax, this is just a detour.
look at her she's so fine.
beat me if you can, survive if i let you.
now i know why you listen to poison, my little rose, my little thorn...
life should be more like nba jam with michael jordan
when all is lost you can still hit a nine pointer in the clutch