earth’s crust by Jasmine Fitzwilliam
It's something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden; the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton, the Asian man with his love/hate affair, with his racist clientele.
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts. We know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing,
we know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again. Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm.
-b&s
earth’s crust by Jasmine Fitzwilliam
earth’s crust by Jasmine Fitzwilliam