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.
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Confusion.
I find these signs a little confusing!
You know you want to go... But where to go? My advice: Piss on the lamppost.
You know you want to go... But where to go? My advice: Piss on the lamppost.
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