15th
Dear Frangry,
All this hadron collider and alternate dimensions talk, and suddenly you begin dressing and posing like she-that-shall-not-be-named. AntiKris talking about quitting drinking and smoking, and going to the gym.
I’m starting to worry. Its like a bad episode of the twilight zone.
My life is falling apart right before my very eyes.
The three of you need to pull it together. Charlie can not stand by and watch his angels get away from what makes them great. I want this week’s blogging to focus on everything that is wrong with the non-society way of looking at life. I want booze, and whoring, and bowel movements, 24/7. I want Moss & mas Moss. I want blurry pictures from your phones that make me think I am back on heroin. I want snapshots of chats between Kris & Crotchrocket that make me wonder why those crazy kids have not run away to some far away place and begun creating a master race of pissy kids with bad emo haircuts.
Get. Your. Shit. Together. Pronto
