Muds

Aug 30, 2005 09:52

*A note and package is left beside Muds on the bed where Tank recently vacated*

Murdoc-
I'm gone but with you. Don't use my absence as an excuse to become harder. I'll come back sure and strong as a nicotine fix.
I love you.

Inside is a gift. Two of them. A bag of mushrooms because you need to take a journy. Leave the hotel for this and do not go swimming.
The other is for strength.
We wear our dead.

When the reporters jump all over the defiling of a rock stars dead father's grave know that I had a really good time and think of it as an early April Fools day.
For fucks sake if you insist on killing yourself do it in Trans so I can come back to you.

Love, Tanky

murdoc

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