March 27th, 2008

Thursday 27th March 2008.

Spiffy is in the wind,paradise has been glimpsed through the apocalypse as blue skies try to inject warmth to hung yellow.I feel like an anonymous whore today the porcelain emperor behind glass shop fronts smiled, i could picture on his lips,the lips painted bright red, the lips of standing under neon." go on i dare you "...i staggered back " yer one day you old troglodyte,i will. ".