Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Friday 26 February 2010
The things we do for love
Before I left I painted Moll the bag lady's toenails.
Before I left I painted Moll the bag lady's toenails.
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