| just one of those things: current obsessions |
| Dear Jaymz, Are you almost done with rehab? Cause there hasn't been any news from you in awhile. I'm starting to take it personally. And frankly, I don't understand what all you're getting fixed in there that I couldn't just fix for you here myself. I am so close to being a rock star now, you have no idea. If you could only see me rocking Trixie. That's her name; Trixie. Snort if you must, but once you catch sight of her R-E-D glittery curves, you'll be begging for mercy. Begging. Believe it, mister. On Monday night I figured out how to play "Right Turn." Which made me wonder: what is tiny Layne Stayley up to these days? Is he still alive? Because I love him. I loved him a long time ago, and you know what? I still love him. After all these years, I still want to rescue his skinny junkie ass and feed him nourishing soup and fresh bread and some good lovin'. I've always had this thing about really skinny junkie types like Layne. I never wanted to date one, exactly, but a little voulez-vous couche avec moi seems appealing somehow. Though, let's face it: chances are he'd snap right in two. I know, it's a problem. Anyway, who names their little boy Layne? His parents had to have known he'd have no choice but to either be flamingly queer or start a raucous band. In either case they had to have known he'd be getting his ass beat every day after school in junior high. Sorry. I'm getting way off track here. You know you're the one that I love, ooh ooh ooh. But... well, frankly, that old chestnut about absence making the heart grow fonder? It's not true. It makes the heart irritated, and then forgetful. Would a letter be so hard to write? You've written deep and meaningful songs like "Ain't My Bitch"; why should a simple note be such a feat? Especially one written to the girl who stared at you like a maniac the night she took the picture of you seen here? Remember how you were all, "Who the hell is that?" and finally you just ignored me? Well, anyway, I hope they're treating you well. I hope you're really getting cleaned up this time because, brother, could you use it. Should you decide to skip out early though, you know who to call. Trixie and I will come get you. Love, Me |
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