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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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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