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.
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Friday, September 28, 2012
Clearly distorted (and hiatus).
And I'm not here next week, so sadly you won't be getting my views on the Labour conference and anything else that happens. Try and get on with your lives in my absence, difficult as it'll be.
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