A strange message has been handed in at the news desk, thought to be related in some way to Engerica's upcoming events. The message is as follows:
"you join me on a toilet waiting for the day to end. i wait here for hours and listen to people dropping things into the water. the water tastes bad. what do u want me to say? you look nice? whatever.
i have made a recording of myself for you. it is a love song i wrote about myself, i called it 'my demise'. i hate it, if it were a baby i would smother it when i had the chance. because it's so lame i want to do another one with different noises this time, the noises are trick and treat and maybe crooked sex, i met a guy who will do it if i suck his dick. his name is john hannan, have you heard of him? you might have heard of hundred reasons, he recorded them. i think hundred reasons is a crap name.
look i want to see you again. soon. its not a good idea for me to come to your place (your parents, they dont understand me, you, us) but if you like we could meet somewhere, i will be at
Chinnerys, Southend (8th Feb)
The Verge, Kentish Town (9th Feb)
The Metro, Oxford Street London (19th Feb)
The Ferryboat, Norwich (1st March)
Kingshead, Fulham (14th March)
please write back, do it on www.engerica.com, i dont trust the postal service, they are probably reading this the swines! i have a message board anyway so tell me anything. i get lonely. i have masturtbated once today. anyway that about covers it all. it will be back to normal again soon, like before, only with less blood.
yours to fuck