Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
Chuck him a waffer-thin mint and I reckon he'll explode
Posted by
Anton Vowl |
Wednesday, June 03, 2009 8:41:00 am
That is a very disturbing image...
Posted by
Daniel Hoffmann-Gill |
Thursday, June 04, 2009 12:04:00 am
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