There are re-tightened circles within my bind - my condition of well-rounded concentric ripples Feel them grip - feel with me He laughs at my stick and walk because he's so very drunk before an unequal fill of booze ferments inside my empty gut thickly - as if a dreadful influenza but none of those … Continue reading The Stick
The commuter drag through Haywards Heath, nose-to-tail, we queue before death..
A table of old Tories in the Kemptown cafe plotting the downfall of your future today:
I delete another email from Michael J. Fox and his evangelist cry that PD rocks! .../