Poem

"Less than three"

Don't fucking fuck with me you fuck

I'll fucking rip your fucking balls off

And fucking fuck you up, you fuck

If you want to fucking dance

We'll fucking take this outside

I'll fucking fuck you up, you fuck

You;'ll never know what fucked you

So go fucking fuck yourself you fucking motherfucker

Like I give a fucking fuck who the fuck you fuck

I just hope you go to fucking hell

Man I fucking love you

But you just don't give a damn

Spare change sir?

The similarities between politicians and the homeless.

• They are both always talking about change
• They cannot decide where they live
• You find yourself giving them money when they don't deserve it
• They look like they were dressed in the dark
• They have a terrible fear of the police
• They think they own the place
• 99% of them are insane
• Nobody likes them
• Noone wants to be one
• There's more of them in London

I say we switch their roles for a week, and see if anything different happens.

Blog

Blog blog blog blog blog.

It's a nice sounding word, it sounds like the bubbles you make in milkshake, or maybe the German word for a pint "Hey Hans, can I have a blog of Ledervanerbier?". That kind of thing.

Bye