And so we gravitated towards the ever magnetic shit-tip
of a city that is our betrodden capital. Sucked in on tubes and trains
like boat-ripped sea-stripped driftwood washed in by dirty waves,
of a city that is our betrodden capital. Sucked in on tubes and trains
like boat-ripped sea-stripped driftwood washed in by dirty waves,
clammy fingers propelling the limp mass forwards. Performed in
the fabulous converted barn that is Proud galleries in Camden:
then said hello to some friends who we haven't seen for a while.
Enjoy the photographic evidence.
xxB
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