Showing posts with label london. Show all posts
Showing posts with label london. Show all posts
18.2.12
22.12.11
5.11.11
vauxhall- barcode, 2:16 am
years pass by yet the most powerful narrative is still constructed
everytime you go out and pick the most handsome boy in the club.
he leads you to the loo, you kiss each other- your tongues intertwined,
he takes your cock out, calls you 'sexy man', then you take a cab home
(he knows the driver) and end up in your bed...
everyone is to be had- i remain hopeful, handsome and brave.
27.10.11
brixton, 8:04 pm
he was standing at the back of the gym hall amongst his brothas, seemingly one of them
yet on his very own. he, in my eyes, exuded integrity; the kind of integrity
that grew out of fascinating stories of 'becoming' and 'being', the tale of his transitions.
i obviously admired him. he smiled at me- the way american boys do- then
he came closer
- why are you using this funny machine?
- 'cause i am funny, i guess.
12.10.11
8.10.11
hampstead, 6:35 pm
i love it when i can smell a man's cock while he's eating my hole.
it means he wants to breed..
4.10.11
brixton, 8:35 am
τη μέρα που το σωματείο καλεί σε απεργία το δίλημμα είναι ένα και είναι πραγματικό:
συνείδηση ή παραμύθα
2.10.11
8.8.11
αυτό ήταν. η εικόνα της κατηλειμμένης mare street από το άγριο πλήθος,
τα κατεστραμμένα καταστήματα της vodafone, σφραγίζουν την επαναχάραξη των ορίων του κοινωνικού πολέμου.
o φόβος ενός καθολικού γενικευμένου πλιάτσικου στοιχειώνει πλέον τους σχεδιασμούς τους.
η πόλη είναι πιο όμορφη από ποτέ.
R.I.P. Mark Duggan
23.7.11
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