Blueprint.: March 2009

Dear Brendan (You're a Star),

I have been doing some "research". It's mildly satisfying, like a cigarette in the mouth.

Home is driving me wild, much like the River is Wild, (aka Christina) so I'm thinking of the "good times" to get me in a "good mood". So badly want to stand up, want to let go, you know, you know, actually you don't, you don't. At least my parents are happy to see me..Christina's gone to bed in a mood, apparently it's cause her stomach is sick from dinner but I think it's all in her head. Oh dear.

I went to Ktwn (FTW), where the white boys dance, this afternoon for some zipping white light beams. Me and Dave saw a kid with a knife, and a teenage queen with a loaded gun (one of those statements is true!). Dave has recently come out of his cage apparently, and seemed to be doing quite fine, apart from his hair is quite long, reminds me of someone "God-like", but he doesn't look a thing like Jesus. Then I went to look at a drum kit in Intersales (the place where we used to work, when we were young) Charlotte likes it. Pearl VX. I don't like being on tambourine, albeit it a bit cheaper.

A cinematic vision ensued; Ketter's subway (the one down by the bingo) proved to be as lame as ever. Then my mum called me and asked me to buy some red onions, which I was a bit "hmm" about but she said "Oh well I don't mind if I get some, if you don't mind" but seeing as I don't shine if she doesn't shine, we had went to Tescos, (also for cadbury's creme eggs). After telling Dave to Leave the Bourbon on the Shelve, we drove back to his and flipped through some thrift store magazines.

After a rushin', a rushin' around (I left Dave's quite late in the end), I received a global transmission asking me to pick up Christina. I banged on the house in question's door and a southern drawl told me she wasn't back in the area yet. After a slightly chirpier Christina got into the car, she exclaimed, "drive faster, boy!" so I sped off. As we pulled up to the front of our driveway, I said, "woman, open the door and don't let it sting!" but apparently it was too close to my father's car.

Yeah so,

Call me!

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I'm not drunk. Or literate. Or Human. Or are we dancers?
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By the way, go WHOLESALE, (link in next email), got recommended, apparently he bet his bottom dollar on it, and saved many pound for some Bling (Confession of a King) for his girlfriend, which can't be bad!

This email may be a prize winner, can you read my mind?

P.S I APOLOGISE PROFUSELY if you've opened this in a vicinity where your brother, friend, cat happen to be present, looking over your shoulder. They shouldn't dwell on this transmission 'cause it wasn't televised.

pt 2 will be created on request!