On your 22nd.

Her lines, her snares, her angled hook, She crawls, she creeps she takes a look.
Of all her postures none can name, The mistress of this blessed game.

Happy Birthday Diviani. Have a good one.

Ps: You are a star.

The suffering of anti-climaxes is complex, beautiful but Secret.

Every Man.

Every Woman. Join the Caravan of Love.

i love it.

Kids running around naked, fucking in the bushes...

I love it.
Room for everybody here.
Yes, all are welcome.
Yes indeed, I love them.
Fun.
Nice.
Life.
Youth.
Beautiful.
I’m all for it...

HotFuzz.

On a certain Thursday after regular caffeine packed-nicotine kicks and a converstation with the starter liquid I was trying to train the rational mind from differentiating threat from risk. Oh, the wager was definitely worth it.
I was buying time as usual and only after more than ten hours of structural cellular activity I realised that the ace of spades was sitting with me. Or was it the Queen of hearts?

Anyway. Hello World.

Scotch woodcock

Back home they've started converting vegetarians.
Cryogenics is the new grey.

That's all.

2007 that hoe..

Silence is my weapon of choice?

Always nice when the year ends with you in bed with high fever and you are expected to do a 14 hour long shift at work. Not that I was going to do anything on the 31st anyway but even then I'd like to have the luxury of a choice. Blah.

Can't or won't complain- 2007 was alright. Smelly black guy with great green herbs, pro Evolution, Donnington Castle, N95, 46 Welford Road, free staff booze, Manchester trip..

Oh Ganguly made me happy, really. Now someone is going to write a book on that- the victory of human spirit or something like that. Anyway he deserves it.

Tropical Juice Drink is so fucking good but I am getting bored of cheese and chips with garlic mayo.

Leicester sucks. Must. Move. Out.

rubber band love

stretch...stretch....stretch...stretch...stretch...*snap*