KREM'S MESSAGE FROM HOSPITAL!

OUR DEAREST DRUM BOY ,KREMMER 900, AWOKE TO DISCOVER A MINI VERSION OF HIMSELF ATTEMPTING TO GROW OUT OF HIS VERY OWN BLOODY SNOOKER ARM!! GET T THOSSY LAD! HE HAS BEEN STUCK IN HIS BED MADE OF PENCILS ON WARD 3D FOR DAYS , DUE TO HIS REGULAR ANGUISH CRY'S , THAT ARE REWARDED WITH MORPH!

HERE ARE SOME PICS HE SENT ME FROM HIS BED AND BELOW IS A FB POST

Yes . .. ...... I was starting to think I was starring as a mental case in a remake of one

flew over the cuckoos nest. Seriously , every time I asked to see a doctor to give me some information about my situation in here . Manchester Royal infirmary. I was told one would see me soon . Then all I get is some more drugs , zone out for a while and forget what the fuck I'm doing here ..
Finally started to kick up a proper stink .. Some big doctor appeared as if by magic , took a look at my arm and in an instant burst the fuck out of my horrible bulge , I never seen so much puss

and blood
Fuckin sore it was , but what a relief . Think I should be out of here by Friday ... Kong rehearsal

Saturday then in the city gig Sunday ,,
I hope
Don't want to stay here anymore , been sitting on my arse for far too lon
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