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 4 September 2009
The most beautiful woman in the clap clinic
Happiness and absolute sorrow flow from the same wound.
I have, as usual been witholding information from myself.
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