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.
Tuesday 1 September 2009
the ghosts of spoons
I said to mona: How anyone can have an intellectual conversation about spray painting spoons beats me. but we seem to manage it.
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