Gotta go now, I’m going over to John Lennon’s place and we are going to drop some “Pink Lightening Acid” and try to merge with Chris martin’s piano on earth.

If we can meld with his spirit for one cosmo-second (don’t even try to calculate that in earth time) we might be able to see far enough into his troubled soul, and spiritually mend him remotely from right here in Heaven.

If it works, then Chris will go on to save humanity and life on earth will flourish in peace, if not, the Sand People of Mootar will rule mankind for a thousand years in pain and misery. I hope the meld is successful, for his and humanity’s sake.

So may the Chris be with you as you look in the mirror and ask yourself: ” why am I so beautiful, and others are not?”

John says “hi”.

As I now stumble down the snowy lane ways of my mind, and try to remember the smallest detail of what I am missing to put this mystery to rest once and for all, I feel such loss, and hunger too.

I myself have long suspected a connection to the mud people of Zoroaster, but it cannot be proven, at least not by mortals.

Which means that if we are to crack this case by the time we issue our next cd, we must communicate with the Barmaids of Planet Borax and make sure that we have a notarized copy of Dopi Hayhead’s confession, hand delivered to the Queen (of Ireland), no later than the Ides of March,or early next February under a rosette moon filled with cheesecake and cookies.

Do I make myself clear? I did not get to where I am today by smoking pot, drinking cheap beer and collecting the dole. we will get the truth out, we will defy death, la vida and all his friends.

And in the end, if you lie awake dreaming of making your escape, you might want to take a change of clothes with you, because when you meet your maker you won;’t need them.

Well, I gotta go now. I’m going to Johnny’s new place to have dinner and watch the Simpson’s’ all weekend special on the big screen, can’t wait.

May the Chris be with you as you as you balance on the fulcrum of your own insecurity and wonder why, if there is a God, did he only create 3 primary colours?