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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MUM!

Cotdamn! That was a goddamn crazy ass Doncast and no mistake! For those that missed it - you missed it. It was not recorded. I was too busy trying to make things work. My internal clock was going crazy and pitching the sound down, then up. Here's an example, sent in by Ben Bryans.

See? Crazy. Anyway, after an hour or more of outrageous technicalities, I gave up and went accoustic. We had James Dean Harrison in the building, along with Littles and the twins: Bugsy and Lickel P, so we went freestyle with James on my battered old spanish guitar that used to belong to Alexander Velky. We did classics like Oh!, I Am Not Dead (Yeah!), Living In The Future, Big, and a load of freestyle stuff which was WELL FUN after the initial mania had worn off. Hell, we even got the Doncast Dedication done. Happy birthday Liz!

So big up everyone that stuck through the technicalities! I hope it was worth it...

In ATD24 news, we are $47.89 away from our target of $298 to buy the Ustream Pro thing so we can broadcast with multiple cameras in HD and do transitions and shit and make it a flipping AMAZING SHOW TO REMEMBER FOR ALL TIME (yes, I will be doing extensive testing before hand to make sure it all works)! Only we're not, cos they charge 17.5% VAT. BUT WE ARE CLOSE!

So. Click button!

Or you can send money via paypal to zillazillazilla at gmail.com.

Right, I am off to the hospital to see my friend, then I am gonna see my Mum, who turns 50 today!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM! YOU ARE THE GREATEST MUM OF ALL TIME! AND AN INCREDIBLE WOMAN! LOOK AT ALL YOU'VE ACCOMPLISHED! I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! MAY YOUR NEXT 50 YEARS BE THE MOST AWESOME 50 YEARS A PERSON HAS EVER HAD! I LOVE YOU!

Sincerely,

Eldest Son.

xxx

Zzz

So, I got some (ha!) sleep, and I listened to the noises Birddogg was making up here while I was down in New York, doing whatever it was I was doing in New York. Like, there's some ill stuff. But one in particular is just tremendous. it is mighty. It fills my heart. And prefectly fits so many of the raps I was writing in New York, tempom flow, everything. So, what I've done, is draw various raps, and bits of raps, together, to create this New York song that's been brewing all the time I've been here. It is best I get it out now, before I FORGET. Annoyingly, the necassary component is missing. So piss.

Bad: All the stuff I bought last week - food, drink, socks, weed - is gone. Mostly. I got a lot of Ritz crackers, peanut butter and macaroni. Good: There's a Death's Head Moth on my window. (See right) Bad: There is animal shit by my window. Good: The air outside is fresh and envigorating. Bad: The air in the top level of the house, in which I am supposed to be dwelling, is thick with the stink of animal and of animal excrement.

I went to turn on the sauna earlier, and nearly trod in cat shit. Or dog shit. It could be both. Whatever. It's like, wow, sauna! Oh, catshit. Wow! Oh. Wow! Oh. Etc. So, I wanted to go into town and get a job today, to pay for my ticket back to New York, but waited about for people to come with me rather than just doing it, and the end result is it's super late now, too late to get a job anywhere, and everyone's going into town to go out, save me, who must stay at home cos he has no ID (this is a worry), and it's too far to chance not being allowed in anywhere.

A ha!

So I should write more now. I wrote a bunch earlier. Phil is worrying that Amy has forotten his ass, as she went in her tiny car to take Cecelia and James over an hour ago. But she hasn't forgotten him. It's just miles from ShanGayKen to Woodstoock! A HA!

I just asked Spiky if he has a message for the world. He said, "spitroast!" So there you go.

Appologies

So, there were a bunch of updates and pictures and things, and they got wiped! Oh, the tragedy. So, a recap. On my last day on Rivington Street I saw a white thug in an open-top Hummer drive by blasting out 'I Want The One I Can't Have' and nodding along with a serious expression about his face.

Then we went.

Wade and I ended up on the coach, as there was no room in the van, or car. We got there early, and checked out the scene. The scene is small.

We don't actually live in Woodstock. We live in Shandaken, outside. Well, just outside. Half way up a mountain, hidden away by forest, amongst bears and chipmunks and what have you. In a big old dusty house full of weird porn and broken stuff, with brown water and giant ants. Like, there's a jacuzzi, but it doesn't seem to work. There is the biggest TV you've ever seen, but it's got a big black tear across the front and doesn't tune properly. It's a two hour walk to the nearest shop, whihc is a petrol station, and does a good line in biscuits. The local girl's got a lot of guns.

It is very lovely to look at up in Shandaken. Mountains covered in trees, mainly. Streams. Clouds so low you can jump up and punch them.

I miss Wade, who is back in London sorting out affairs. All my stuff is in boxes.