Showing posts with label hoverboy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hoverboy. Show all posts

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Omy Gods!


Oh for my goodness! I am featured on the Hoverboys page!

http://www.hoverboy.com/

For celebrations I wrote letters to all my Buckethead members using my classic from radio show ring for decoding! I will post one here for you!

9 1/13 19/15 8/1/16/16/24?25? 20/15 2/5 6/5/1/20/21/18/5/4 14/15 20/8/5 8/15/22/5/18/2/14/24?25? 16/1/7/5!

I love my ring even if the green is left on my finger and I like to write poems with it. I read one, though, at my last show and only three people had rings. I cry, but I go on and then I have a coffee.

I am so happy of my hover notice.

Hover,
Fruya

Friday, April 11, 2008

My cast

I was trying to save my cast for to put on eBay for the Save Hoverboy fund, but the doctor who is my cousin broke it. Now my leg is better so I have a new show at this week's AA meeting at Frankland Seniors Home. I love these shows because old men know the best Hoverboy stories. Also, they tip me with hard candies.

Now I will be back more.

Hover,
Fruya

Monday, March 10, 2008

The Fall

Okay, so I was doing my piece, The Blind Bucket, when I fall over my self. I could not see for the bucket and the stage was slippy from the cole-slaw. I was about to sing my new song and whoops, off I fall. Now I am home with a sprained leg knee and am just reading my old Bucketboy Digests. The one where the other mini-hero boy likes the same girl so the have a box-car race. I laugh and the neighbour bangs the floor. I will get better and I will be back. Like when Hoverboy came back from communism and it turned out he was a spy.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

What is the Bucket?

Okay, so I want to explain what is the Hoverboy bucket, as I see it. The bucket is the vagina. Hoverboy is not a full man. He is only part born, but his head is still in the bucket. He will never be fully free from his childness. He is in the security of the womb which is like his armour.

Soon I will post my poems for you.
Hover!
Fruya