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I saw the kid take a hot shot in philly...
dead before he got the needle out of his arm.
William Burroughs
The Naked Lunch
60's junkie chic.
all over now of course.
the baby boomers are f*cked.
tangled up in a web of motorbikees, fake hot rods, property development, sarcopenia, old timers and wrinkle cream.
BTW, the wrinkle cream doesn't work.
ha ha ha f*cking ha.
sea change now.
the old world is passing.
drones 'n clones.
just got back from Masterton.
retail is pretty bad now but closing off the main street just to let a whole lot of old farts parade their junky British crap is a bit on the nose.
hows ya spec to make a dime that way?
New Zealand definitely going down in a sea of inanity.
the country is locked up in a myriad of straitjacketed box tickers.
L7.
choice dude.
baked beans or spaghetti.
still driven by a cadre who want to drive around in rover 90's, deux chevaux or old wolselys because they think that externally referencing themselves to expensive 50's British automobiles makes them aristocrats or country gentlemen at least.
noooooooooo.
but I did find Aristophanes and Euripides and the Father Brown stories so that will give me something to do when I get home.
Saw Dave Sindon sitting in a STAR in the main street.
under the hood it looked more American than British.
clean and orderly.
erkkkkk.
Asked him if he would play "legend of a mind" on this Fridays 60's nostalgia show but he hasn't got it.
boo hoo.
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Dompost this morning says the Labour Party could win the next election.
I hope so but they better promise there will be no repeat of the Boy Racer Episode and the police are given clear instructions to blow any recrudescence away post haste and more resources into cleaning up the P menace.
it has always seemed very strange how the P epidemic got away from everybody.
I personally find it very hard to believe that it achieved the proportions it did so easily without facing any resistance.
dead before he got the needle out of his arm.
William Burroughs
The Naked Lunch
60's junkie chic.
all over now of course.
the baby boomers are f*cked.
tangled up in a web of motorbikees, fake hot rods, property development, sarcopenia, old timers and wrinkle cream.
BTW, the wrinkle cream doesn't work.
ha ha ha f*cking ha.
sea change now.
the old world is passing.
drones 'n clones.
just got back from Masterton.
retail is pretty bad now but closing off the main street just to let a whole lot of old farts parade their junky British crap is a bit on the nose.
hows ya spec to make a dime that way?
New Zealand definitely going down in a sea of inanity.
the country is locked up in a myriad of straitjacketed box tickers.
L7.
choice dude.
baked beans or spaghetti.
still driven by a cadre who want to drive around in rover 90's, deux chevaux or old wolselys because they think that externally referencing themselves to expensive 50's British automobiles makes them aristocrats or country gentlemen at least.
noooooooooo.
but I did find Aristophanes and Euripides and the Father Brown stories so that will give me something to do when I get home.
Saw Dave Sindon sitting in a STAR in the main street.
under the hood it looked more American than British.
clean and orderly.
erkkkkk.
Asked him if he would play "legend of a mind" on this Fridays 60's nostalgia show but he hasn't got it.
boo hoo.
.jpg)
I hope so but they better promise there will be no repeat of the Boy Racer Episode and the police are given clear instructions to blow any recrudescence away post haste and more resources into cleaning up the P menace.
it has always seemed very strange how the P epidemic got away from everybody.
I personally find it very hard to believe that it achieved the proportions it did so easily without facing any resistance.
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