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.
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Oh, and love.
Imagine falling in love while your child dies
How far will the elastic band stretch?
I have watched a junkie mother
Leave a dying child
In order to find a fix
Beautiful world
We didn't make it
We just have to find a way to live in it.
Sometimes that takes death and drugs. Oh, and love.
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