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, 15 October 2010
Turf Feinz can RIP me any day.
I have posted this, have gone against all of my principles and policy purely to demonstrate that there is so much depth to what these guys are doing.
when I go; taken out by whatever bullet modern so called civilisation sends my way I want these guys dancing on my grave!
At least I will have known I had lived.... Not dawdled through life waiting for some other fucker to do something.
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