… home reflectin on lass week’s big amsterdam show wit da concertgebouw orchestra, tree hour version of me new piece “da wreck of kalliopi”… was promised dared be 375 hot asian violinists, turned out dare were 5…

… bitch-slapped me manager donal for gittin dat wrong, he said dey lied to him, me not buyin dat crap, so i slapped his arse again… composed bootyfilled music wit lead violinist junko on moanday, saeko on chooseday, den julia on wetnessday… dey was me soul primates, but t’weren’t meant to be… now me all 31 flavors of lonely ice ream…

… da show changed payples lives, d’audience danced in d’isles, raised dare zippo iphone apps in d’air, sobbed openly… 20 minute standin O after da final crescendo… made a short speech about da plight of deep sea fisherman, den someone tru a rose on stage, a thorn piercin me leg… after i recoiled in pain, i shooks da rose violently in d’air till da petals all come off, n me hand were bloody, den i tru it back n stormed off… fookin dutch, ginormous pains in me hole… holland, netherlands… get da name of yer fookin country straight, will ya?

… after weepin on me knees for two hours in d’attic of d’anne frankie condo, hopped me private plane n headed for vegusto, big sold-out ta doo wit da black keys or crows or peas or some such fookin ting…

… delirious first walk tru cosmopolitan hotel… giant high heel shoes, pubs wit massive strands o jewelry hangin from dem, art in vendin machines… tru up on d’floor from d’endless gaudy decor mishmashup, den d’boys dragged me to da “peep show”, could NOT believe me peepers… we were coined “d’erection section”…

… went backstage after n charmed d’panties offa miss holly madison, she come up to me cosmo room for juss da right amount o’wrong…

…gorged meself on sum holly madison snack cakes, den wept openly for da children o’darfur...

… walked da streets o’shin sitty, watched as mexican men handed escort leaflets to passin children… saw some motionless mime painted all in silver, donal give him a right fooster to da sack, den run off cacklin…

… me dwarf aidan slid down da margaritaville slide into vat o’green lickwid, guzzled it half empty, dey hadda fish him out…

… burlesque, striptease show, den sumpin called “bite” at da straytushfeel hotel… dem girls lit me groinal vampyre aflame, took six of em back to da room, turned da coven up ta 350 flarenheit, let em suck me legs like pedicure carp fish… dare skin started to sizzle at dawn’s early light, so i had donal break out d’luminum foil for da windoze, like elvis at d’international back in da day…

… back at castle askill, slep like a dainty ladyfoot in cosmo highheel we nicked… iss all about sole… stumbled about lookin for shirt to put on, till i remembered i don’t own one… till necks time, loves…

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