- Mood:
Daily Needs - Listening to: My bones creak
- Reading: My memoirs
- Watching: The years slip by me
- Drinking: the blood of a thousand sacrificial cakes
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth with a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of London. At the top of the hole sit the priviledged few making mock of the vermin in teh lower zoo turning beauty to filth and greed...
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