The loin cloth of habitual flapping

 

"Philadelphia rechnung, I love you-oo. Yes I do!"

 

It's beginning to look a lot like bogshed

 

It's beginning to look a lot like Solstice

 

Nude

 

I saw this and thought of you

 

Cover me in hobnail boots and cover me in roses

 

Lucifer's brother was late to the party

 

Chakra balancing

 

Fiat Lux

 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

 

Born to be marginally raucous

 

We depart leaving unfinished business

 

Existentialist fridge magnet

 

You can't catch me. I'm not contagious.

 

“We wake the dead with upstairs drums”

 

Can you take me back where I came from? Can you take me back?

 

Boil in a bag emotions

 

Energise Young Minds

 

...remember the days, when humpy backed camels drank warm lemonade.

 

The Golden Treasury

 

The dawn of the Plebstix

 

An audience with the pipe

 

there once was a pair of pears

 

Lady Mondegreen's cocked spanner

 

Money saving tips for the handy lad

 

Jesus wants me for a bum seam

 

Fanny

 

I was at school with bald penis

 

Spiritualised fudge munglers

 

Printed by

 

The bad grey

 

Blazers in the jungle

 

"Everything counts in large amounts..."

 

A latte without milk please

 

The forlorn trouser press

 

The imaginary truth of the cretinous Etonians

 

Wattle

 

An orifice for every occasion

 

Where's Johnny bullshit?

 

The wankers of ejaculation street

 

You're not a curator, you're just choosing stuff!

 

It is all beyond our ken

 

The vinegar and brown paper years

 

There is nothing like a drain, nothing in the world

 

The neoliberalist glee club

 

What time is the next?

 

Pas grand-chose

 

Casual flex

 

Petit cinqs