Blah the bigots
I’m here for the serious young men. The ones with a lurch in their stride. They spend their time trying to idolise sharpened knives. Naive behind their northern smiles.
Blurry pictures > impotent rants > creepy noises > mucky flicks > chipped statues > sixth form poetry > wilfully obscure reference points > semi-cryptic bullshit > things that go bump in the night & bare faced lies