Vimbuza

There was a stench of beer and you couldn't see the floor for empty cans and bottles. In his bedroom there was just a mattress and lots of pornographic magazines.

Distant Toll

Drunk Cannibal

admiring his reflection in his favorite mirror

Too Late

transfer

86'd

Getting It Wrong 2

Monday, 29 June 2015 at 22:30 UTC+01

Double bind, learned helplessness, I know about these. I confused sex and death after my funerals started to almost reach number of lovers. I am surrounded by corpses. Endless Annik and Ian musings last few days here. You can see what I write if you add me, I don't care who you are now. I have a book to finish by end August, may I include this conversation?

somebody i walked past

Burn House Down, Merry Christmas, From Neighbour