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, 16 October 2009
Advice for young lovers.
If you are going to keep bullshit in a treacle tin there is no point reading each other the label.
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