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In which our young hero up stuff cuts. Continue reading 1735
In which our young hero up stuff cuts. Continue reading 1735
In which a scabby one-eyed rabid junkyard dog licks his balls whilst contemplating life and the New World Order. Continue reading I’m In Love With This Malicious Intent
Do you remember your first time? Maybe not, maybe you’ve carefully hidden it away from your conscious mind, to protect … Continue reading Leave The Details To Joe
Here’s a good ‘un that its taken me a long time to appreciate fully, David Bowie Diamond Dogs. I normally … Continue reading High On Poacher’s Hill
‘Fight tuberculosis, folks.’ Christmas Eve an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Clark Street, the ‘Priest’ they called him. … Continue reading The Immaculate Fix
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re currently cruising at around 9 words per minute and if you look over to over to the … Continue reading Keep This Frequency Clear