Alright Sweetcheeks
How are you?
I wager better than Terrance Gonzo. Let’s have another dose from his brilliant Asylum For The Half-Baked.
She spoke. A donkey has no hind legs.
She thought Gimme Shelter
was called Woah Jimmy
She’d just become a primary school teacher.
She looked like a primary school teacher.
She probably looked like a primary school teacher
When she’d been at primary school.
You know when someone goes:
can I play something to you?
and you think ‘I bet this is shit’
or at the very least being forced to listen
will reduce whatever majesty it may possess?
Well, if doesn’t
and that doesn’t happen
that’s the one
There is no silence like the still of a car engine switched off after a long journey.
The crushed grolsch can billowed in the storm gusts from hurricane susan coming through my christmas eve window. It looked pissed
Automatic lover
And then it danced.
I read: A 23 month old baby died from a heroin overdose. I actually did cry.
That’s not racist.
It’s racist towards gays
No. that’s racist towards gays.
It was £8 on tab 88. Surely that was a good thing. Surely what was to follow would also be a good thing.
A cold unforgiving day that spoke little of redemption. What you gonna do?
Shit your pants cos she says hello somecunt else?
He’s a troubled soul.
Big love
Siggy F x
Sigmund Fraud Books 