It was just the time is all
I see the sun flashing on their shields below
The Policeman's Parrot
Big Spider, Yellow, Swelling
It is all too much with us, with me
Some bastard stole my plums
People wearing lights
As if there is no sky, no sky
At the end of this sentence, at the end of this story
I know the truth but it is grey
Wild men who grabbed at life and lived!
Gorilla, Chain-Saw, Poetry
Slugs and Snails. Basically Slander.
That shit book by that Irish fraud
Waving? Sort of.
Dirty British Coaster
I'll be there as soon as I can