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28 dec 2010

WOOD GREEN. NORTH LONDON.


the footpath buckles
these are the markers

who steps on my steps
we’re tailor made

what’s in yr food chain?

murals of an albatross
broken shoulders

as a community

you deserve
better pigs

and also stilt

is it lazy to be placed
with the rats?

oh this life
this life

we are all
mostly all

the erection
of a Eunuch

Comments

link wheel said…
Daniel, yea I can see what you did there. I actually liked that part, but hehe I'm not that harsh like my dad with these things. He at all times tells me crazy stories again in the day and calls me a loser. I assume it's time I transfer out of my parents' basement LOL. Aaanyways, what about you? what does your dad assume xD" Anyway, in my language, there usually are not much good source like this.
linkwheel said…
Glorious info here. This interesting put up made me smile. Perhaps should you throw in a few footage it'll make the whole thing extra interesting. Anyway, in my language, there are not much good supply like this.

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