1-2-3 do the Oz Oz Alice blink. Many things may be deduced from the diagrams which, it is preferable, should be studied silently rather than divulged openly in words.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
In Labour 3: shaddowdancers
more unexplainable coincidences continue to surround the production making you wonder if someone or something is behind it all.
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
In Labour
One must not forget, that the community in geberal has been untreated for 30 years with cronic ally virused minds. It is no way a them and us situation. There just would not be enough dustbins to put them in.
One must not forget, that the community in geberal has been untreated for 30 years with cronic ally virused minds. It is no way a them and us situation. There just would not be enough dustbins to put them in.
One must not forget, that the community in geberal has been untreated for 30 years with cronic ally virused minds. It is no way a them and us situation. There just would not be enough dustbins to put them in.
One must not forget, that the community in geberal has been untreated for 30 years with cronic ally virused minds. It is no way a them and us situation. There just would not be enough dustbins to put them in.
One must not forget, that the community in geberal has been untreated for 30 years with cronic ally virused minds. It is no way a them and us situation. There just would not be enough dustbins to put them in.
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
Monday, 8 July 2013
Lucia drowning
All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny.
I can't go on, I'll go on
I can't go on, I'll go on
Saturday, 6 July 2013
Wednesday, 3 July 2013
We Run Things
This is our house
This is our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
This is our rules
And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
Can’t you see it’s we who own the night
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