The artists nipples

One might wonder – and rightly so – where the hell the sun's been lurking all summer. Well, yesterday I found her roaming about, and engineered a little sit down between the both of us, to set things straight, get the latest happs and what not. I'm happy to report that coffee was drunk and bread was inevitably broken. The cheese was a little too sweaty and – as reported by several – the coffee had both aroma and flavor reminiscent of burnt almonds. But all in all it was a very fruitful conversation and here – to demonstrate the sun's goodwill – is an "after picture" of yours truly and what appears to be one well fried torso. Thank god I chose a tank top for the wearing!


Regarding the ongoing process of writing wonderful words for wonderful music, things are developing so so as of late. But not to worry … that leaves more time for fishing – a recent distraction of mine. But all that several hours of experimenting with every lure in the bright orange – and ghastly smelling – fishing box amounted to, was; A. a blue shell mussel and B. a three inch bass, who fortunately let go of the hook before boarding our boat. Please note that I applied both persistence and professionalism, but was left empty handed nonetheless. I don't know what I did wrong and now feel terribly put down by all of this. From this day on I will regard fishing as a sordid and infantile waste of time, and will not in a foreseeable future embark on any more fishing escapades. Also please note – if you don't already know this – that I am one for the loving of irony.


Only three days left now … and since fishing and sunbathing is out of the question I guess I'll get back to writing again. Anyone got any leads on a good poem I can ape?