The streets aren't safe for the saints

Tonight our cutest friend/Fascimona bass player and love wuzzle was rammed into, in the rain, in a vehicle that he wouldn’t have been in if it weren’t for the talon’s. In our time of need, he flocked to alice’s apartment to deliver a large fender amp that we needed so desperately for sound enlargement. alice offered to pick it up but, he declined the offer with kindness and chose to visit us instead with heavy big box in hand. we ate very good pushy scones that a-town had just baked and played mc our new song (very poorly).

we let him go, into the hungry mouth of the storm. we practiced and then scurried off to our recording session with justice. alanna called on our way and let us know of the sad and makes our stomach hurt news. and for the rest of the evening we just “oooohed” and “awwwed” about it. we called mc and offered unlimited full body massage and sponge bath, the invitation still stands for up to eight months.

we’re sad that your speed has gotten interrupted and that you hurting but, we’re happy that you’re able to eat soup and talk.
To cheer you up, alice will be performing her middle eastern scarf dances for you:
Tomorrow (wednesday, october 20th) at 1pm
in Your Bedroom
and then on Thurdsay at 4pm at Your Bedroom:
“Alice’s mighty trapeze act avec leotard”

I will be pumping spiritual iron for you as well as rocks, -kim