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frengers, not chicken fingers, some people pronounce frengers so it sounds like a fast food snack or something, please stop doing that okay, have some respect for christ sake. this is gonna be a short one cause im headed for bed, nigthty night, but i gotta tell y’all of you that i just came back […]

Chicago; birthplace of Henry Darger Our bus is parked outside of a chocolate factory and the scent of cocoa perpetually permeates the air. I spent the day walking aimlessly around in the drizzle. But I was aimless in a good way; it was my discovery of the new age. In this world and the next

in minneapolis, i feel like i see prince on every street corner. i don’t. he is in LA. its so cold here, makes me really melancollie, season changes always do, but this, this is my favorite season and ill do anything to get that miserable feeling, sadness, tucking yourself in, emotions and all, waiting for

frengers. on the bus, travelling to detroit, spent a day visiting our palster dame tutunijian in ann arbor, where he a stud-ying. nice. enough. allright, so we are on this long tour of the US and a little bit of canada, some might have noticed. yeah///kicked it off in NY with the iranian president, the

Hey there frengers! Thank you so much for all the birthday greetings, I appreciate it. Webster Hall, what an amazing venue, I found myself staring at those weird figures on the far walls… and they spoke to me! And what a lovely audience we had! Thanks so much! My gratitude also goes out to those

Nothing survives      the turmoil of my suitcase.           Sunglasses broken;                Shampoo leaked out;                     Seeping into fabric                          Soaked T-shirt. Can’t wait for the show in New York tonight! – Jonas

The new music is wonderful. It’s going to be quite an album. But it is still early stages, and there are only hints of shadows of what may stand in the end. Each night the bats descend over the house and whirl by my window. On the last day the hills were covered in a

frengers. how are you all doing. i write to yas from the south of france, we have retreated here to concentrate on the writing of a new record before heading to america in mid september. its swell here, oh jolly, very calm and nothing like the various big cities we have just left behind. we

o frengers just thought I’d fill you in on the rest of our US tour, kinda take off where Bo left off in his last post. Also for your viewing I bring some pics from the tour. They are kinda random pictures and I offer no explanation 🙂 The guy in the flowers is the

Seeing as Bo’s been complaining about us not writing enough I thought “why not two entries written in two consecutive days?” I was stood today at Heathrow airport with time on my hands. SO I went to pick up a modest sized cappucino. The lady behind the counter did not look me in the eyes.