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.
Ever have one of those days where, regardless of anything else that was happening, you should have done everything differently?
Yesterday was one of those days. And to be truthful, I don't just mean yesterday. I mean every single day of my life since I was oh, 13, just to put a figure on it. 17 years later and I still haven't learned a thing.