Unkempt #34 – CHEMISTRY

I have got through first seven and I ll have to stop for tonight because in few hours I have to get up, go to the capital and plug myself to some electricity health treatment.

But before going to bed I have to say that you are some kind of a strange mixture. That Steve Guttenberg stuff is cute, especially the song – compliments on that! And I don t quite get you; you actually seem genuinely surprised over his pussy comment (You live in LA man; maybe that s why you still did not make it as an actor – eventhough you have the talents, you are too innocent!). If you want to make it as a celebrity, you have to know one thing – you just have to 1. develop another, second personality as a go off filter, or 2. even better, be shizophrenic since birth. That s the only way you can survive dealing with (consequences of) fame. I am not sure though who needed the pussy – the kind, family like Steve or his famous alter Ego…
And then that fucking bitch in #7, giving the young girls tips on the neighbourhood they wanted to move in… Don t be so nice to her – she was being mean, do not cover her rotten back. She was sure over thirty, the age that in your town means old, so she was just jealously jurking off over their youth I guess….
If I got things right from the shows, in this days your birthday is coming up(HAPPY BIRTHDAY!) and if you still sleep on that yoga shit that we here call armaflex, that will fall hard to you. No need to. I think I am your class too and if it s any consolation, just today I was at dentists and there were two kids, a boy and a girl playing on the hallway, twins, about 6, rioting the best way possible, a lot of imagination included in the play…. Suddenly the girl looked at me sitting there and said very naughty to her brother – go and play with the little girl over there…. So you better come to some European country, the southern the better, here, at 38 we are still young, adressed to as alittle girls by children! And here we still have the woods to go to, when dealing the problems with hot chiks or guys, do not have to load all that shit to poor waiters shoulders, begging them to give us space in their restaurants. We just take three or four bottles of home made wine with us, drink it in the woods, talk it over, having nice make up sex under the stairy “ciel”, pass out,… The birds wake us up next day, everything is settled out, even if not, you go wherever you need to go with some straw in your hair, doing whatever you need to do it that day,…

My advice to you – go out of this lame fake city and start to live a normal life, your creativity will find the way, wherever you go, I am sure.

Oh, and 34, it is the number that follows me, wherever I go (worldwide), first number I see on the house when I wake up, it is 34,
always 34, good night from 34

p.s. you can count on me that I will get you some wider european female audience to your show