decadent city london aint it
everything is important in the steps and gesticulations. i put on those gloves found one wanderous day in the surry on the hills in search of the 80 ISO film. who is up for a walk in the cemetery whilst carrying a tome, each to read out a paragraph and commit to memory the word patterns that draw the attention out of a solipsism daydream of the modern city. not us, we are going down to the hopeless wanker to type a manifesto in the rain.