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.
Bloody hell, dude. This is one hell of a trip down memory lane you're taking me these last couple of weekends.
Posted by Sim-O | Saturday, April 30, 2011 9:28:00 am
And there's plenty more where these came from...
Posted by septicisle | Saturday, April 30, 2011 1:31:00 pm
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