Archiviato in: London
Look what it might happen to your cock.
A lovely madam has hung outside, with flowers, the old leg of her husband.
Archiviato in: London
I feed on London town
The back of King’s Cross nourishes me all the time
A rushed walk through a small passage towards the light
After work smoking a cigar
taking my time
A dog stops
a building is being pulled down
Archiviato in: London
I just got up. Outside is too bloody sunny: pufters everywhere lounging around and my thyme is still floppy. I’m going to enjoy the flowers not yet open, bought yesterday for the dinner party: an orgy of ready meals from Waitrose, the Queen’s official caterer. Reading Time Out I released. I deserve a shag. Gimme me a dark sauna. And a cigar afterwards.
Hard on, oh yeah, in my dreams. Looking at myself doesn’t work thinking of the stupid bitch from last night makes worst gimme some kamagra now.
