the other day, i had thousads of suns shining through my window, as you do when you have curtains like mine, so i grabbed a couple of close records and propped them up to obscure the sunshine.

then a couple hours later it dawned on me that on the sleeve i had chosen, elvis keeps staring at me. it’s creeping me out a bit. i think it’s some sort fo repercussion from midget elvis.

i’ve been starting to research into tshirts. the first two that  look like they’re gonna get made are the cheese and the hotdog.

not sure when tho, cos price and cost and ordering and a hell of a lot of other jazz needs to be figured out first.