six inch killaz
I feel the need coming on to write something long, detailed and multi-part about six inch killaz, my old band. Not just because I'm a raddled nostalgia zombie who exists to vacuum the marrow out of every dried out bone of my DisrepuPast, but because I genuinely want to try and remember as much as I can before my brain-holes become bigger than my actual, y'now, uh, the, er.... whatchacallit... the... errr... ... brain!
Consider yourselves warned. I want to try and capture the sights, sounds, and smells of a not at all hard working trannypunk band on the slide. Rockumental. And now back to this:
brains.... brainnnnssssss.... mwurrrrrrgh.... braiiinnnssss....
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I'm a Musician, writer, photographer, designer, transgendered z-list celebrity. Insomniac's boyfriend. Tragic glamour and sleepless nights are my fellow travellers. Skinny jeans and pointy shoes are my mode-us operandi. I like cats. Especially the ones who talk. Oh, and David Lynch.
