City of Legends

Just requested permission from my editor for "Apokalypsis" to use "The Sacraments" in "Amomancer:  selected poems".  Let’s see how territorial she is.  And when did I start asking permission from editors?  WTFFFF?

Right now have the headphones on as "Nowhere Fast" by Ellen Aim and the Attackers (actually, Fire, Inc.) plays from "Streets of Fire".  Perhaps my favourite cult movie of all time.  The cats have buried several low yield fission weapons in a trench full of strontium isotopes and are threatening to make the laundry room a kill zone if I keep dancing.  Cowards.

Reactivated my Skype account.  It had lay dormant since Aubergine.  If you need to touch base with me, drop me a note or look for me on the wire. 

Evangelist.  It sets the tone and the bar.  Sort of my We Will Rock You.

Then I will daisy chain The Taste, Love Gods and Brisant Revelations.

Hmmm…that works, in a good way.  Yessssssss…I feel like Calvin, having just eaten the radioactive waste.  (Everyone who got that, give yourself a pat on the back).

Karla is making an evil cackling sound at the thought of providing Twist some questions for the interview.  Poodle Skirt is getting frisky, and I got my Skype headset out of mothballs.  And remembered one of my favourite lines from one of my more obscure poems Memory of a Blindman’s Illusion:

     "every woman dressed in red had slept with me before.
     and every woman dressed in black lay dying on the floor."

I also dropped a note to alt model Shye, who worked with me previously to dress up my old site, I am going to see if she will lend me her face and body (stop thinking that way, you have a dirty mind) to expand certain pages.