posted on December 26, 2006 at 7:52 pm

befour i go all poeticle on ya
a huge grovelling kissing the feet with cherries on top thank you
to all my loverly subscribers
my patrons-of-the-blogge
my readers
my true fiendss
my well-wishers
my flock of sea-girls
my far flung constituency
from snowy canada to snowy mel-bjorn
from the far-east to the eastern suburbs
dave m yer there every day.(look your own fullstop)
you love me moore moor?
damo in purth
ah…ambientboy in sanfran
garratt….nah he always gets a mention..
eekly..did a iridescent portrait of minna last nite
indigorooby…such a nice one
andromeda…i can picture you…all swirly you are
persephone…how many pomegranites this time?
wheres p.savant these days….on flextime?
the dean who i had the plezsha of meeting +mrs dean=verry nice
megan the vegan….a charming childe
imber who im sure is more limber than any of you
oh
of course
b bon
out with it
are you a man or a woman????
hmm i not so sure now
why did we presume you were a bloke?
ah..d + t
who are the alpha n omega of cherchdom
god who have i forgotten
johnny hollywould
(cmon killer…are you drawing a blank?)
everyday i read the comments
and i want to remember certain names
but i always come up with the usual crowd
leelinau
little stick doll…hello dolly!
{(“:?”)}..dear sweet lady …how art thou today?
samosanx who is sometimes a naughty kitty
(cmon killer…cmon)
uh….
theres at least 3 important names i have nevva mentioned..
but they read here every day
of course fandorin…who is a very demanding fiend
he likes it……but dont give him no second rate tripe
is he as demanding on himself one wonders…?
but merry humbmas steffo…you keep me honest…honestly
coming soon for you
slip slap slop…sks book of raising daughters
oh lord….those names…those names
all my richards…..
the man with many richards…
so many different names
me ..im stevie or steve
you can be rich
or you can be a ricky
or you can be a dick
its up to you really..
anyway
my brain just wrote to my mind
and it said
“re requested names from ye olde memory
we have thoroughly searched the files
and come up with nothing. the staff down here
in recent memories suggest a reduction
in combustibles” a. neuron
so im sorry
i bet i forgotten all my biggest subscribers too
the kaputnicks of ohio, de
who have given me their first born
to be raised as an apprentice being
he’ll be taught and he’ll be taut
but hardly ever torte
the successful candidate should have good peoples kills
and be able to procrastinate n vacillate and take
indeterminable teabrakes
an apprentice being will start out as a paisley dandy
and end up as a big-daddy bricklayer bloggin’ beachcomber
his wages will come in chunks or not at all
his future will be passed
his career will careen
his graph will be gruff
his bark will be better than his byte
blah blah blah
moving right along
got involved in a big traffic jam in sydney
ended up in a queue in sydneys poshiest suburbs
eventually we park in a paddock
nk says whats a paddock? is this a paddock?
its an australian meadow or field i guess
meadows too fuckin’ poetic for the aussies
we like to say paddock
eventualy we end up at designated picnic spot
us n 50 000 other people that is
well theres jlk n zoe the wunderkid
theres nanna joyce sitting on the only chair
a silver matriach who seems very wise n self contained
theres rusty n amy n kidss
my neice ms m is looking more n more glamourous
every time i see her
elli n minna running around
with all the impossible slenderness of youth
evie jumpin around with her hoola hoop
baby bumper waddling at hi speed
but oh no
aurora not feeling too good
hi temp
not eating
just lying there under a blanket
alternatively asking if
she can go for a swim
if not
can she go to the doctors…
we pack up our picnick eventually
when a girl next to us gets bitten by the nasty ant-like thing
the same thing thats mentioned in sealine
the minute the sting penetrates yer finger…
it got me n nk down here
when nk had first moved here
the pain is unbelievable
ive been stung n bitten by a few things
including a wasp in the mouth when i was trippin’
but this pain is EXCRUCIATING
the thing looks like an ant but has a stinger on its abdomen
its half red n half black n i only ever seen em at nielsens park
anyway this kid next to us starts screamin’ blue murder
i knew it was this nasty thing at once
poor kid
it throbs unrelentingly for hours
anyway
boxing day is now an empty box
is that art?
bon bon?
is that art?

52 Responses to “the killer awoke before dawn…”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 9:23 pm #

    Greetings from (snowy) Canada!
    Saw a photo of Bondi beach and its legion of swimmers today in the international section of today’s morning paper. It made me wonder whether you were also there with your kids….

    Enjoy your day!

  2. avatar
    John Garratt | 26 December 2006 at 9:25 pm #

    “garratt….nah he always gets a mention..”

    Still, it’s nice to get the mention.

    John

  3. avatar
    davem | 26 December 2006 at 9:31 pm #

    Steve,
    Boxing Day night (how does that work) in blighty and I’m in tears. Thank-you. Wife and eldest kiddie dancing around the kitchen.
    I love all sorts of music. Copey’s Teardrops, Macca’s Bunnymen, Petey’s Only Ones, Velvets, Prunes etc etc.
    But there’s only ever been one Kilbey. My total hero for the last 25 years.
    I’m – apologies for the english football-speak cliche – over the moon.
    Love you Kenneth effin moore,

    Dave M
    xx

  4. avatar
    davem | 26 December 2006 at 9:38 pm #

    Come back to England then SK. Everything’s too cold and damp to bother biting anyone!
    Happy Christmas & thanks to Church Merch for getting everything delivered on time!

    xx

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 10:11 pm #

    Just to let you know – Under the Milky Way seems to be in heavy rotation on Sirius Satellite radio (any time I put Sirius on – I get to hear it). A shame they don’t play anything else though…

    ed in fl

  6. avatar
    veleska1970 | 26 December 2006 at 10:32 pm #

    i’m sorry aurora isn’t feeling well…..sounds like she caught a chill the other day by not having her jacket on.

    insect stings~~oh boy!! i’m a veteran of plenty of those….i think i’ve been stung by every kind of bee known to science.

    but, for the most part it sounds like y’all had a nice time at the family picnic.

    🙂

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 10:37 pm #

    Hello, Killbee, enchanté! Watchout all these bugs.

    “He put his boots on…” Saw the Doors movie the other day, nice movie, but the same old thing, the rock genius who walks in the edge and blablah… Strange, I like the movie, when I was a kid I saw the movie and I enjoyed it as well, but I couldn’t stand hearing The Doors, I guess it was because of the movie, because that Jim Morrinson fooling around got me on my nerves, I thought he was an asshole (Tho Val Kilmer is great in his performance). All I could stand of The Doors was The End and Mr. Mojo Rising, which unfortunatelly always came together with LA Woman, a song I didn’t care much about, specially after Billy Idol’s cover of it. I got a tape with LA Woman and I kept on rewindind and fastforwarding to the Mr. Mojo Rising part. I think Billy Idol made it harder for me to like The Doors as well, cos I, as a teenager, thought impossible to believe that something Billy Idol liked could be good; if he covered The Doors, that meant The Doors sucked. Poor Doors. By the way, Billy Idol makes a modest participation on the movie, always doing all that weird faces, I wonder what he looks like today, after all this years of mouth-protruding and eye-squeezing. And Roger Waters was on the movie as well, although I am not so sure, but there was a guy who looked exactly like him… Maybe it was not him. True enough, I was amazed with the fact that Roger Waters was acting in a movie, looking so niceguy, cos Waters seems to be a bit of a paininthearse. I guess it wasn’t him actually. After all, I like The Doors nowadays, tho, as a friend of mine would say, that’s not my world, I just go there as a visitor sometimes.

    Enough for today. Have a nice day there, it is probably starting right now for you, and my day is coming to the end.

    Hugs,
    Little stick dollylamb.

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 10:45 pm #

    thanx for me mention me think, me could sure use some real love over on me own bloggy comment section if you know what me mean…
    The Nevelator

  9. avatar
    ambnt1 | 26 December 2006 at 10:55 pm #

    …he put his boots on

    Steven,

    Did you get everything you wanted for XXX-mas? I didn’t. Was hoping Santa would leave me a copy of Cliff Martinez “Solaris” but guess he couldn’t nab it off Evil Bay as the high cost would’ve cut down on reindeer food supply. I had visions of sugarplums and Solaris CD’s dancing in my head, but alas, will have to keep holding out. In the meantime, will try to be content with the other 4,371 ambient CD’s in my collection.

    –Chris

    n.p. Mojave 3, “Excuses for Travellers” (much prefer the Slow-divers, and Mojave’s latest, but this ain’t half bad. Some exquisite pedal steel saves it from souding at times like every other Indie band who have a song on “The O.C.” TV show. Halstead tries to sound too Nick Drake at times, too. I give it a B-/C+.)

  10. avatar
    damien | 26 December 2006 at 11:25 pm #

    I hope Aurora’s feeling better.

  11. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 11:31 pm #

    sk,
    yes, icouldn’t help but notice how many dicks are here off and on.
    we have no leader.

    r.

  12. avatar
    brian rainie day + some more | 26 December 2006 at 11:32 pm #

    Touch
    but its wrapped in sweet lies
    bitter to the my down

    teach her how to fish
    but do not give her fish… are
    together
    what

    can
    we
    accomplish?

    what can I Egypt?

    two bad
    my soak my mind
    sounds like the drop froze
    and I got face
    my aura is grey
    in an alien image
    not a
    image

    like tv
    or the interned
    porn sacred heart
    falls
    apart

    long, say my oh my can my words
    will

    never
    be read
    as

    written
    but years
    since
    we’ve

    been
    apart
    now

    we gentle old
    listening to a new type writer hit the sky
    been out a ride

    caught up in

    denial,
    but a
    river in fixation

    your words
    are words?
    from

    my what
    is long
    time
    ago

    your holy
    heart
    your

    sacred electric gadgets soak my time

    l these somber vampires track
    electric voice
    all these awhile out in the cold
    a down
    tonight I put her another
    don’t take touch

    stop on the line
    guard my sweet will
    don’t take another

    invade my space
    no go
    to end

    two of random wish

    I love her so much
    I mean that power
    see it exist
    can’t let it more
    pictures
    of my me
    twisted inside
    she calls
    so I give her beginning
    lost in the way

    tonight
    I put her heart
    that
    no

    poetry
    or art
    can replace

    too your

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 December 2006 at 11:40 pm #

    SK, a burning ? remaining unanswered – why can’t one spend the whole Song in Space?
    I’m sure I’ve spent whole albums & decades out there…

  14. avatar
    MarkM | 27 December 2006 at 12:25 am #

    I too am a veteran of the stings. It seems that wasps, bees and ants used to search me out as a child, wherever I went. If I got stung on the foot I’d swell to the knee – always off to the hospital, on a drip…I can certainly empathise and remember the pain…
    Enjoy your holidays SK!

  15. avatar
    jen | 27 December 2006 at 12:31 am #

    ya got a nice mention in rob d’s end of year e-mail.

    “…a memorable tour with my new friends The Church.
    This was one of the jolliest jaunts around this strange country I’ve ever had.
    The Church were a band that I knew little about. My sole reason for being on the
    tour was that my good friend Marty Willson-Piper happened to be their guitarist
    and a supporter of my music so off I went for six hot weeks in the back of a
    Dodge Caravan. No fat tour buses, no Four Seasons. Bit of a camping trip, Carry
    On Touring… bit of a giggle ….new friends indeed, bloody oath. I must say that
    so many of the good times came from the motley collection of Brits, ex-Brits,
    Aussies. Kiwis and Yanks and a new kinship with a fellow performer who was famous
    in his own world but rather unknown to me [he didn’t know who the fuck I was
    either]. Steve Kilbey, the group’s singer, proved to be most excellent company
    and I thank him and hope that he and his family and his “doodles” are blooming
    and blossoming and feeling just fine. I hope Van 1 and Van 2 are all feeling just
    fine this Christmas time.”

    thanks for touring with rob d; you turned me onto an album/artist i’ve muched enjoyed this year.

  16. avatar
    Mario | 27 December 2006 at 12:32 am #

    Remembering… must have been twentyfour years now, watching the vid of “almost with you” on german tv… i do remember it… i was about 14, and damned, i was excited… i told my friends at school… we had a band, though noone was able to play any instrument… hope you don’t mind my english… you won’t remember our quick chat at frankfurt, 89, batschkapp. you were throwing grapes onto us, while we were waiting on the stairs, finally you came down… you dared, mwp was a coward, or bored i presume… i asked you, if it ain’t anachronistic making music with guitars… now i know the answer at last…

  17. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 12:42 am #

    A paddock is fenced.
    A meadow is not.
    A water meadow…is even more poetic, no?

  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 12:43 am #

    Ground Control to Major Kilbey,

    Just because you’re working for us you were allowed afew days off over Christmas. Hoping to be paid double time? Fraid not, no penalty rates – wasn’t in the contract, you did it all for the love of it.

    Good on your Mum for writing a book. What an achievement. She must feel so good making a dream come true. Bet it’s a great read.
    Any juicy gossip about the young sk?

    Hope Aurora is better today. Thought the picnic would have been the relaxation the dr had ordered for you.

    Saw Bobby Flynn Christmas night on the Panel Chrissie show. He sang an original song he wrote, sure we’ll hear more from him next yr.

    Happy blogging.
    Love t

  19. avatar
    Imber | 27 December 2006 at 12:45 am #

    Aw…SK, you have quite a way with words! 😉

    Speaking of which, I’m really enjoying reading “Earthed, Nineveh and The Ephemeron”.

    Amazing imagery.

    X

  20. avatar
    gareth,notts | 27 December 2006 at 1:34 am #

    was rotovating a garden some years ago and went straight through a wasps nest must have been a coupla hundred of the little buggers,only got stung 6 times as i morriss-danced at breakneck speed up the garden! exact same thing 5 years later and this time only 5 stings and a spell in hospital.if you ever see a guy in a yellow n black striped top,avoid him,highly likely to be vindictive!plenty of jellyfish stings too,including some beast that wrapped round my entire upper half,but the worst,by a mile,would have to be fire coral,was screaming and swearing so much underwater i nearly bloody choked!!!

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 2:47 am #

    sob…sniffle… um, its ok, just an allergy… 🙁

    Be careful of the wasps eugene

    i agree tho sk, paddocks of mars just wouldnt have worked.

    x

  22. avatar
    Samosanx | 27 December 2006 at 3:51 am #

    today’s blog is green and red and spangly….really…with all the charcaters and the stinging ants and traffic jams and aussie beach sun….it’s christmassy! oh I saw bananas in p’s yesterday afternoon and remembered your twillies-song…”bananas, in pyamas, r com-in down de stars” and smiled while ironing.

    This is the time yeah, when the bees don’t sting.

    Who’se making the SK Airways t-shirt/singlet?

  23. avatar
    mandn | 27 December 2006 at 4:11 am #

    aw poor baby. Is there nothing to take the sting away?
    Australia has the most poisonous creatures of any continent on the planet,
    but you knew that already, didn’t you Orpheus?

    what’s in a name? A rose by any other name would still whither and die
    between the pages of the bible stuck in wax paper for us to look at later.

    good night sweet man and everyone else.
    xo
    Mary

  24. avatar
    Chump / Atlanta | 27 December 2006 at 5:37 am #

    I got bit by a different bug, a nasty flu bug last week. Hurt the ole down south for a few days. Lets hope it doesn’t spread to your hemisphere.

  25. avatar
    mydoghasworms | 27 December 2006 at 7:01 am #

    o i forgot,
    as
    i

    hide
    my
    identity

    the faggot
    started
    the

    flame
    under my
    witches

    skin
    but hell
    i’m

    just
    babbeling’
    not

    even
    sure
    of

    spelling
    or anything
    non

    consiquential
    re mem ber
    that

    as
    you
    move

    through
    time
    none

    of
    this
    really

    matters
    not
    realy

    see
    the
    ‘truth’

    of
    it
    be

    free
    enough
    luf

  26. avatar
    the dean | 27 December 2006 at 7:10 am #

    the pleasure was mine

  27. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 7:34 am #

    how ’bout an sk airways secret service car sticker too?

    go the killah blog!

  28. avatar
    captainmission | 27 December 2006 at 7:52 am #

    was searching through my church cds cos i had a hankering for listening to that beautiful song, ‘to be in your eyes’ and far out…i don’t have it on cd. this came as such a shock to me i nearly passed out. i have a copy on vinyl, but no record player, it was so frustrating.

    mmm ‘wasp sting on acid’, sounds like something robyn hitchcock would write a song about.

  29. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 8:03 am #

    The Church were a band that I knew little about. (rob d. quote)

    …I rest my case (in regards to me thinking rob sucked).

  30. avatar
    Queen Hatshepsut | 27 December 2006 at 8:21 am #

    my goodness I’ve missed you steve.
    hope aurora is feeling better.
    i always feel like i’m in the Twilight Zone
    the day after Christmas.
    why?

    love,
    denise
    xxoo

  31. avatar
    eek | 27 December 2006 at 9:44 am #

    eekly..did a iridescent portrait of minna last nite

    Oh how cool! I really like your use of the iridescent pastels. Gives your work an even more otherworldly quality. Plus I have to admit I really like the sparkly art stuff….

    Sorry to hear Aurora wasn’t feeling well. When I was little it seemed I always got sick on holidays. It sucked big time. >:( Hope she’s on the mend now.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Anon. at 7:03 pm
    Rob D also said “my good friend Marty Willson-Piper” which makes him infintely cool. Plus he and Steve were utterly adorable together. It was obvious they really enjoyed each other’s company. I think those things just show that you, anon dear, have bad taste. 😉

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 11:45 am #

    Hmmmmm….

    I’ve had my sexuality questioned…but never my gender!

    …and I have to wonder…does it really matter? Do you need to put a face to a name etc? I know it’s unfair because we can all easily identify you…but there is a bunch of us out there with avatars who are nonetheless true.

    Man or woman? Is a tally of my X chromosomes required to validate myself here?

    I am still all of the things that I purport to be (alternately critical and appreciative, decisive yet wishy-washy, full of myself but seemingly shy, know-it-all and ignoramus) I just ain’t ready to be outted!! When I used to practice art I never signed anything with my first name, only initials, as I didn’t want any viewers to take on an automatic gender bias when looking at the work. A wank, maybe….but information of this kind undoubtedly colours our perception of things.

    I’m just me and you are just you. We are all just ourselves.

    In the immortal words of Stan Ridgeway…..

    Don’t box me in.

    B.Bon

  33. avatar
    eek | 27 December 2006 at 12:34 pm #

    re: Bon Bon

    Perhaps we should vote on what we think/guess B. Bon’s gender and then just proclaim him/her whichever one wins. Yeah. I like that. 🙂

    What do I vote? Gotta think for a bit…need to re-read a bunch of comments. hmm…don’t know many guys terribly worried about gender bias though….

  34. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 27 December 2006 at 1:10 pm #

    I am better for having you think of me.

    I was amused by what Russell wrote about you recently in his blog. It sounds like me to a T. The image of you eating all that chocolate!

    Have installed a pay pal donate button on my space rocker brothers blog.
    It seems to be getting some subscriptions.
    He has enourmous amounts of selective self discpline.
    He blogs every day and it’s nearly always good, funny and serious.
    He has really connected with his small army of fans.
    I thinks they understand him more now.
    Selective self discpline because he would eat a whole block of chocalate in front of you, piece after piece.
    But when it comes to writing blogs/songs/swimming laps he is the ruler of his mind and body.
    I have observed that most successful artists have this ability- to be totally obsessed to the exclusion of all else with their thing.

  35. avatar
    (('{~_~}')) | 27 December 2006 at 1:14 pm #

    Noise
    Click and vote for Zoe

  36. avatar
    mtv | 27 December 2006 at 1:48 pm #

    🙂

    x

  37. avatar
    restaurant mark | 27 December 2006 at 1:49 pm #

    ahhhh…christmas is over. kids still playin with their new stuff. got more new stuff yesterday…gift cards and cash had to be spent. burning holes in pockets! crowds…so tired of them.
    ouch…wasp sting in the mouth while trippin huh?…no thanks, i’ll pass. that had to have sucked! did ya freak out? had some beautiful, crazy, nasty, mind expanding, and confusing trips…sometimes all in one…all without the wasp sting though. lucky me.
    hope aurora is feeling better.
    take care.

    mark

  38. avatar
    John Garratt | 27 December 2006 at 2:25 pm #

    Eek, you’re a painter?

    John

  39. avatar
    matthew | 27 December 2006 at 2:45 pm #

    ouch – i already don’t like the black n red thing! And that line in Sealine was always so evocative… now i know.

  40. avatar
    Anthony | 27 December 2006 at 2:54 pm #

    nice one steve. sounds like christmas was good to ya… spending time with the family and all. me, i need a few days rest after the whirlwind of the last few days. too many places to go and too many people to see. coordinate with this ex, get thomas over to that gramndma, then the other, etc., etc. speaking of grandma’s, my grandma faulkner (or fartner as thomas used to say) turned 90 last week but unfortunately is in hospital with pneumonia. hopefully she’ll be out soon. just wanted to say i’m still with ya even though i didn’t have time to read yer blog the last few days. damn, would’ve loved to been there for the spacerock show. do any special drugs for that one? obsessed again with the song “slider” by t rex…
    anthony

  41. avatar
    Jab @ BZT | 27 December 2006 at 3:34 pm #

    SK asks, “god who have i forgotten”

    I’m still here. And, still a contributor. But, I don’t count, right mate?

    As for the biting/stinging thing on the beach, I’ve heard that Australia has every form of biting and stinging little critter in existence living within it’s borders. I’ll take Wisconsin. Them cold ass winters keep the biting bug population under control.

    -jeff

  42. avatar
    ben | 27 December 2006 at 3:59 pm #

    na, would enjoy a good look of the ocean this time of year. need ta lighten up a little my self

  43. avatar
    Daberhasher | 27 December 2006 at 4:28 pm #

    ah, the smoky illicter of memories past… in my espresso bartending days i once had the pleasure of getting stung in the mouth… wasn’t too too bad, kinda asked folks for their drink order like i’d just gotten out of the dentist’s chair for the next cuppla hours… wouldn’t do it again neether… but no, the cake taker woulda been the man-o-war tentacles wrapping round my neck whilst duck diving a wave in my Florida past… oh but i knew the secret, you gotta pee on yerself where you been stung…
    cor, did i make a scene that day…
    uptight pricks…

    c’est la…

    hope Aurora’s feeling better!!!

    oh yeah, just read a feature in Surfer’s Journal on a Bondi cat named Bill Morris… surf photgrapher and fireman… thought it might have been the bayswimming firey you’d mentioned, but no… great pictures of some waves round Sydney this seppo never heard of…

    keep the biteys and stingeys, thanks… Maine is pretty safe that way… Wisconsin has killer cheese curds however… bee warned…

    aloha,
    ee

  44. avatar
    lebuaf | 27 December 2006 at 5:18 pm #

    n he put his slippers on….and shuffled on down tha hall

  45. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 December 2006 at 5:22 pm #

    Your right eek, I’m ever so sorry. How could I deny his talents with him and Kilbey looking so adorable together.

  46. avatar
    eek | 27 December 2006 at 5:52 pm #

    Damn right anon at 4:22! And well, SK has excellent taste in music (I say that not cause I’m sucking up, but because I like a lot of what he does and I have wonderful taste in music, so it’s a given he does also), and he’s said he likes much CW and RD music. So there you go. 🙂

  47. avatar
    persephone2u | 27 December 2006 at 6:38 pm #

    Bonjour killa,

    I didn’t receive nearly enough pomegranates this year, especially to see me through my driving jaunt around France tomorrow where I’ll be for the next week, and ya know that I’ll be living off them as France isn’t generally known for their vegetarian cuisine. Is there anyone out there in North London who would be kind enough to deliver more before the wee hours of tomorrow morning? I fear I may starve otherwise. 😉

  48. avatar
    JJ | 27 December 2006 at 8:08 pm #

    “He chose a face from the ancient gallery, and he walked on down the hall.” Loved The Doors then, still do. Mum bought their albums, she had the hots for Morrison. Used to listen to The End time after time in the dark at 14 yrs old, 1968. Even did the tourist’s thing at Pere LaChaise years later, though they had it all sanitized when I was there, no bust, no j’s (damn). Strangest gravesite ritual I know of takes place in Baltimore – mysterious figure in long black cape places a bottle of Cognac and red roses on Poe’s grave once a year.

    Wasp swimming in your drink while tripping? I’ve imagined them in my mouth while tripping, but fortunately only in my mind’s eye. Usually it’s quite pleasant though. Glad the Familia Kilbey had a fun pic-a-nic, though Oz does seems to have more than it’s share of stinging, biting creatures from what I hear.

    Ah….Doors again, always thought Robby Krieger was an underrated guitar player. I liked his style and sound, especially that tripped-out solo in “When The Music’s Over.”

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    mattdavison | 27 December 2006 at 9:16 pm #

    Nothing bites in NewZeelaund..just pure sand beaches 26 degrees and fresh air. C -Ya off on holiday to Northland 4-0 8 day’s…
    me and Belladonna and the little thang.

    Happy N-year and all the best sk and nevets worldwide.

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    Jab @ BZT | 27 December 2006 at 9:50 pm #

    Daberhasher, I eat killer cheese curds for breakfast.
    Perhaps that would explain me being a cow.

  51. avatar
    rubikon | 28 December 2006 at 3:13 pm #

    You didn’t mention me! sob..sob..,etc, etc

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    Melquiades | 29 December 2006 at 1:45 am #

    I like to think that the verse in Sealine
    does not have to do with fire ants
    (in a paddock?. ha)
    as much as meeting your maker
    in a steel death chamber
    hanging like a pod
    with a million pods all around you


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