en-Trip-ment.

I've tasted the rainbow, and it tastes like shit.

Blog Period

To the few people that happen to stumble accidently on this lazy never updated blog, I will try and begin to actually take this relatively serious (how serious can you take my opinions and made up tales). Nope scrap that i'll let the posts dribble out steadily, hasn't done me too bad so far 3 followers 2 of which are friends and 1 that is made up, i treasure you dearly stay tuned.

Confessions of A Teenage Drag Queen

Hazvestite (by Day)

Dirty Stripper Lines

This is what happens when crack hoes don't get there crack.

Jump. &. Dance. On The Couch.

Last party at flat 6/

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r.i.p

Squats Going On?

So squatter party a few weekends ago, when i could afford to leave dear old eppo, fueled by rocket fuel this image is based on k-holes.

Ket away from me.

The Usual Suspects.

A few of the riff-raff I have the pleasure of living with. And that's me trying to find my balls or something who knows. Wine then beer oh dear.