Trick or Treat: A Halloween Haiku

slice off your thumb and
suck it...ya big fuckin' creep!
treats, over-rated.

Chapbook Now Available!

Please email me at: sometimesvelma@yahoo.com
for details regarding my new CHAPBOOK titled:

Milk-Wet Memoirs: Volume 1
By Sandi Strehlau

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Fuckin' Rockstar IX

Friday the 13th Show at Lobo Saloon...Costume Night!

The boys of Quincunx dressed as old woman:
Matt = a sloppy drunk Italian Grandma in silk bloomers, an ample yet saggy bra, slippers and a red k-mart quality housecoat...he rounded out his look quite naturally with a pretty fuckin' kickass mustache.
Seneca = with shoulder pads, glasses, and a smart wig looking very much like an intense...but sexy...church lady banging away on the drums and eventually losing the top to his dress and continuing the set in a well-fit white bra.
Damien = like a favorite spinster auntie...you know the type. The ones that dry you with big fluffy towels when you get out of the bath...and they always have a pocketbook full of butterscotch candies in crinkly wrapping.
and then there was Doug = looking more like a trailer park whore ready to fuck for the key to a can of sardines...the after the set sweaty hug with Doug wearing that clingy hooker-esque dress is gonna creep into more than one of my future nightmares I'm sure...

Kickass Ass Kickin' mustache wearin', bloomer sportin', bra bouncin', and showin' some sexy knees bassist Matt Bird kicked the usual rockstar ass layin' in natural with his grey wig secured to his sweatsoaked brow...highlights to his performance included the mid-set semi-strip down when he opened his housecoat to full on expose his bra'd and bloomer'd frame...and the pre-show grope of his very supple rice-filled breast (more action than this single fan has seen in six long lonely months, I might add!)

Quincunx played a kickass and hilarious set.
I laughed so hard I actually pee'd my panties.

Matt's Mustache: A Haiku

Fuck Bronson! Selleck!
and even Frida Kahlo!
Matt's Mustache Kicks ASS!

Loud

I like music
LOUD
like a primal fuck
hits me hard
leaves me numb
and dizzy
seeing stars

Fuckin' Rockstar VIII

Saturday Night at McCoy's Tavern in OLYMPIA
Quincunx had their first "out of town" show!

Of course we couldn't pass up the opportunity for a cheap roadtrip weekend...cheap "quality" hotel, cheap food, cheap beer, and a $2.00 cover at the bar! the only thing missing to round out the cheap was a $5.00 "date" with a scabby hooker. ...but to be honest, watching "drunk Jamie" wrangle and wrestle tall cans of Pabst was better than any $5.00 whore...anytime, anywhere.

The Bastard Makers got the crowd primed and ready with songs about whores and gloryholes... lead vocals swillin' pitchers (and I do mean pitchers) of beer, deep throating the mic (and I do mean...Holy Shit! Dude is totally deep throatin' the mic!), and performing some very enthusiastic pelvic thrusts (sweet!) into the air was a pretty fuckin' hot warm up...

Quincunx took the stage like it was made for them, red velvet backdrop and disco ball spinning seemed really "rockstar appropriate" that night...They were tight...Seriously their best set yet...Ass Kickin' Kickass bassist Matt Bird knocked us flat with his kickass riffs...watching him play Saturday Night was like being blasted with some sort of super sci-fi laser gun that slows down and speeds up time...it was disorienting...the rest of the band seemed to be sped up and Matt Bird (kickass ass kickin' bass player) seemed to glow orange in slow motion, rockin' steady back and forth laying into his strings and producing some really deep fuckin' futurist sounds. He was fuckin' awesome. The whole band was really fuckin' awesome...and I stood their watchin' 'em like a gap mouthed retard-teen...awestruck.