2001-07-25 - 6:36 a.m.
Shoot out the traffic lights. Jump the jasmine sky. Stack the chips. Ring the bells you son of a bitch. Blast the dogleg jumble grumpers hiding in the pickle barrel of monkeys on a string of pearls. I almost typed pearl necklace, now the ZZ Top song is in my head. "She was getting bombed and I was getting blown away." Hi it's 5:47am and I've been up since four. My sleep patterns are completely fucked since the Europe trip. I've been crashing at around 10:30pm. What the hell? Is that any way for a musician to behave? Hmmmm what to have for breakfast... there are some cold meatballs in the fridge, very spicy. Doesn't a nice cold spicy meatball sound good right now? Mmmmmmmmama mia! Get your spicy cold meatballs on a stick! Maybe I should have a nice warm beer to go with it. Breakfast of champions right here, baby. I think I'll settle for a cup of decaf. Hang on.
Ok I'm back, coffee in hand and you guessed it, I ate a meatball. It was just too tempting. You know, when you don't feel like cooking anything and there's stuff already cooked in the fridge. Hell yeah, you've been there. So get off my back. LOL. I'm watching a show on Hadrian. What would it like to be Emperor of Rome? You'd have to juggle the Senate, the people, the army, plots against your death, orgies… sheesh makes you just want to go to Antioch to chill on the beach, doesn't it? Power has never really been an ambition in my little realm. My legions are napping away happily in my head, surrounded by the barbarians of song. Sleep little soldiers. Dream of Grecian art and literature. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… When you wake, you can use the aqueduct as a waterslide. Wheeeeeee!
