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.
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Saturday, 27 February 2010
Abomination and Art
A friend asks me: 'Have you been to Westfield yet?'
I'm a bloody poet, what on earth would I want to go to that place for.
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