Bullshit Detector
1983 and faux anarchic romanticism seduces me. Squatting for peace dreaming that the threat of Threads is gone and Barefoot Gen can sleep unhindered; ashen shadows confined to graffiti. … Continue reading
April 13, 2019 · Leave a comment
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. The Treachery of Mirrors
It’s stifling, even with the window open. The bloody workmen have woken me with drills and diggers with alarms that sound like they will break into ‘Jingle Bells.’ Every few … Continue reading
February 7, 2018 · Leave a comment
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)
The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months. Be gentle, I;m still not awake. Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors) It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading
August 18, 2017 · Leave a comment
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