Last day of June

wowowowoww time is flying and I don't blog half as much as I want to on here so instead I'm going to make a fully fledged commitment to maggiekuzan.blogspot.com , at least for a little while, after all it is my own little Eden hidden away in one of the infinite corners of the viral realm! So expect less flowery odes from this fantasist and more documentation, after all who can predict the timeline of this web disaster, when I'm old and grey and they're injecting us with all sorts of wonder drugs and "improving" the fabric of our chromosomes and all sorts of bizarre fleeting thoughts that cross my mind from time to time, will I come back to this site or will it be censored....? hmmm.. should I just consider making a time capsule and burying it in my back garden? But then where will I put the dead body?  ;-)
(A sense of humour this bad should be illegal)

Since the title of this post is an update of the date, here's an update of my face:

So now I happen to be naturally cross eyed and my locks are the colour of chunder. 

Quantum Genesis Elijah Amadeus RattyTatty.

Hey guise :-) The name's Quantum, it's a pleasure to meet you, though lets not shake hands because I'll probably scratch you. (I'm a klumsy kitty.) My favourite pastimes are being retarded and eating cat litter. I also like to play with Mr Fishy and feet. I'm scared of the hoover and my reflection, it makes me arch my back like Quasimodo and my tail are fuzzy wuzzy. My favourite spot in this house is the chair I like to fall asleep on, I think it's my throne. meow.

Fried my little brains !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Two Fridays ago; Friday 3rd June to be precise. I haven't committed myself to internet scribbles in a fortnight or so and my withdrawal symptoms have become irritating so this would not be a more suitable time to spew all the highs and hysteria of gawping at the Kills at the good ol' Roundhouse. Alison pranced around the stage like a deranged marionette and Mr Hince rattled away on guitar, ever so often exerting orgasmic vowels and joining in on the odd verse.

I often detest those brain dead robots who flash their iPhones and Blackberries gigs but this is the 21st century we live in and I could not resist ensnaring my personal precious picture and possessing my very own universal reproduction of my two sweethearts so I too could get on the bandwagon.

How original ;-)

 

Alison !!! (yes I know the quality is awful)

Mr Kate Moss (the spitting image of my girlfriend's father...)

Forgot to mention that they had the most "aesthetically pleasing" leopard print background to their set, which kept erratically switching colours by the decibel. There was also a mega French crowd and hipsters every square metre, but that was excepted.

Cat Eyes supported. They're nice.

(new additions to Miss Maggie's iPod family)