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.
Thursday, 14 May 2020
Sad bloke in the kitchen.No 5. Goldbait
Donald Trump.
Get drunk.
Scoop goldfish from bowl
Dredge in flour. This can be messy, they kick.
deep fry.
Eat.
Sit back and plan the lies for the kids in the morning.
NB. Probably best to starve the fuckers for a day or two before you try this, less likely to be full of shit.
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