On a day like today, what looks like bad news in the distance turns out to be a greenfly in my fringe. The plum orange berry bush outside the window is repeatedly appreciated
Chris is a cunt face We drink energon from a caraffe, place a piece of poetry steak in the middle of the sitting room and crawling on our knees, line up, to take Olympic line up champs
Dear Girl across the yard, I am sorry I can see into your window. I think you need to know your flatmate is creeping through your things in the evenings.