Tuesday, April 28, 2026
even when the beer is wrong
london at its ugliest so fucking ass on a friday in taurus season with pigeons in victoria station nibbling dropped triangles of bread no paper in the loo gen x from texas gets shit done grab a sheet of paper from the psychedelic panther backpack crumple it up wipe that healthy creole mixed with euro trash ass this world is insane civilization is a color coded lie that looks kind of pretty in certain light but yes baby we are beasts dripping sweat and jizz and this is enough so even when the beer is all wrong in a hammersmith steakhouse with a nothing menu and nothing music we are lit up brighter than waterford ornaments on a kensington xmas tree jingling baby all the way to purring kitty cat heaven
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