'Fore they make me run....'
this is my own story in my own words-not a detail was changed, not even the spelling and punctuation.
It wasn't too long ago that I had slammed my index finger in a door, resulting in a rather ugly nail that turned black, but refused to fall off.
As my nail recovered, and the bruised portion grew out, I found that the entire portion of my nail that was black was no longer connected to the flesh-it was just an empty air pocket-I had to do something, so I applied some nail polish over it. But everyone still knew it was there.
'what's it like, Keef?'
'can't rightly say, mick-being a virgin meself'*
'well, well I just don't wanna fuck it up, you know? Christ, I don't even know what's down there...'
'I hear they pee out of it, too'
'You're serious?! Shit, you're serious! Oh man, that's just disgusting!'
'Yep, it's just an unclean, sinful act-now let us take of the sacrament of heroin'
'Amen, brother Richards....'
I think my first album will be 'solid gong' an album of nothing but gonging for 70 minutes.....Wade is a noted goutist, holding honorary degrees in gong theory and child development......
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