To the dead rockstars and the dead artists. To the ones who are still alive. To sex, drugs and rock n' roll, to Hollywood blockbusters and arthouse movies. To art and photography, to black comedy, satire and political humour.To tattoos and motorbikes, to late night radio shows and midnight movies. I salute you.
Friday, 20 August 2010
A poem
Shit off, what a nightmare,
There's a cockroach on my shoulder.
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