Excuse me, chairs are not allowed on the grass. They may damage the hose in the ground. They probably won't but we take no chances here.
Look at the sun setting. Look at those quintessential village roofs and listen to that driver swear, see her spit.
What a world-fuck.
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Tradition
Clowning is an art - you can't buy no double negative. Black flowers will reward your investment of energy and ideals, although
you need some milk
you need some.
Revolutionary voices rumble from the next house, a train swooshes through the station
like a bride.
Now, if you think that's all there is to it, watch!
you need some milk
you need some.
Revolutionary voices rumble from the next house, a train swooshes through the station
like a bride.
Now, if you think that's all there is to it, watch!
Friday, 24 July 2009
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
Ask Murdress
Attempt to knock a dude out with a knee strike. The K1 fighter's raised knee froze like a statue and became more balletic as the hours passed of our regarding it.
Schoolchildren covered the fighter in wattle and daub. His frightened eyes trapped in his husk rolled in his burly bruised head. His tattoos were covered by dusk.
The kids tipped him over onto a flat-bed truck and drove him out to a field with a platform of pallets tied together with paisley scarves. They erected the K1 fighter in the centre of the pallets.
He looked from a distance like a scarecrow yet did not repel birds, quite the opposite. They flocked to the dark, dried mud figure and shat on it.
Schoolchildren covered the fighter in wattle and daub. His frightened eyes trapped in his husk rolled in his burly bruised head. His tattoos were covered by dusk.
The kids tipped him over onto a flat-bed truck and drove him out to a field with a platform of pallets tied together with paisley scarves. They erected the K1 fighter in the centre of the pallets.
He looked from a distance like a scarecrow yet did not repel birds, quite the opposite. They flocked to the dark, dried mud figure and shat on it.
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