I have missed you my blog. But life and its uncertainties have laced my glass with poison
and things have been...how shall I put it...painful.
No, no. I've strayed away from physical injuries for awhile. There's a lot going right and a lot more going wrong at the moment and I am in too much of a fucked up state of mind to elaborate further.
Our Agency 891 (Pvt) Ltd., is getting more and more work every day. That's a good thing. Helps us pay the bills and live life without having to starve.
The Band returned from Malaysia and we ripped a hole in the sky there and I am still writing the Part 2 of our Malaysian conquest. It should be up in a few days.
Other than that things aren't too great. I am about to lose a very dear, dear, close friend who has been reported to immigration by some jobless fucks (those of you who've followed my blog can guess quite easily who it could be) and she will be either deported or must leave the country in the next few weeks.
I've grown relatively fond of this creature. I imagine the entire click will miss her. The real click, not the spineless prats and pansies who can't scratch their own asses with their egos and their shape-shifting grandeur.
My Facebook and Gmail accounts were hacked into by some jobless fucks who've also calculatedly & collectively complained to FB and got my account deactivated which is a spineless but fairly crafty thing to do. Stigmata has an unparalleled online presence and successfully deactivating my account results in our online activity receding. I have over 2500 contacts on FB; friends, fans, stakeholders and contacts of the Band and the Agency I've built up for a considerable period of time and FB are refusing to reactivate my account on the grounds that I've harassed people. I have no time to waltz around and waste anyone else's time let alone mine.
But I am deeply moved that some very cool friends and fans have started a petition on FB to get yours truly back and in a week there are almost a 1000 people. I reckon some of you are on that group so THANK YOU. I mean it.
We are a Band that has insurmountable haters and rivals and although we do not stoop to third grade levels of cheap warfare, others it seems thrive on being what they are born to be... vermin.
In my books if you have beef with us come perform with us on any stage, any day. They can't. They know they can't. We'll rip them a whole new universe they can shit out container trucks for a decade or so. I guess we just have to deal with this kind of thing. It's the principal of the mater, I am aware I can start a new account. But to just let these guys get away with it? To merely cast a blind eye towards the probability of acquiring a little bit of justice?
If these guys wanna tango... Tango we shall.
At the same time we had to look for a new place to shift to 'cos our 2 years is up this November and we can't rehearse here anymore 'cos of bitch cakes (see previous post). We have found a remarkable place that should be great for the Band, the Agency and the Doggies!!!
Got my CIM results... I passed and I am stoked about that. The only other thing that I have of some use to brighten and liven up your spirits is that I've been asked to have my own BDSM column on the latest online lifestyle site that's the talk of the city called The Backdoor. Check it out...
My collumn is called the Safe Word and it's picking up like cup cakes in hell. More guys hate me and more ladies absolutely love it.
So check it out...
http://backdoormag.com/the-safe-word-the-5-commandments-of-foreplay.html
I will put up the Part 2 of our Malaysian conquest and also blog more frequently once things kinda fall into a pattern if not into place at least.
Till then...
Rock 'n Roll My Friends \m/
S
