I was walking
Along the street
Minding my own affair
Suddenly two policemen grab me,
And I was unaware,
He said, "Is your name Meggsy?"
I said, "Why sure"
He says, "You're the punk I've been waiting for... You're nicked!"
edition
/brit/
Racking my brain for something to post
...
Two years ago we took our son to Paris. Last night
I picked him up and took him to a Lou Reed show,
And then took him home. I look at all the houses as I
Walk down Hackett Avenue to work. I teach my classes,
Visit friends, cook introspective meals for myself,
Yet in the end the minutes don’t add up. What’s lost
Is the perception of the world as something good
And held in common; as a place to be perfected
In the kinds of everyday divisions and encounters
That endowed it with integrity and structure,
And that merged its private moments with the past.
What broke it into pieces? What transformed the
Flaws that gave it feeling into objects of a deep and
Smoldering resentment—like coming home too early,
Or walking too far ahead of you on the rue Jacob?
chewner salad sandwich
wank
*uploads wacky image that i've been saving to post in the new that nets me a dozen replies*
hehe
Nobody in Ireland actually cares about great shitain
“les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu’on a perdus
now there's some proper punk