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.
Wednesday 13 January 2010
Postcards from Rusty. No. 23
Rusty writes from Panic, Michegan. Frankly I do not believe that the image on the card is where he says it is.
He tells me that nurse Caz has left him for a snake oil salesman from Tupelo. He is returning to England.
Rusty writes from Panic, Michegan. Frankly I do not believe that the image on the card is where he says it is.
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