June 2012
20 posts
LET ME PUT MY POEMS IN YOU.
The story is told, the game is up. Time to get out. You’ll have forgotten in a year. Sneak out through the side door.
Garnett Lyons - We Gone.
Various - Happening.
LET ME PUT MY POEMS IN YOU.
Back in the day, you had to search for the party - rattling round the London Orbital, pills poised and expectations high - ending up in an anonymous warehouse in some forgotten industrial estate. Surrounded by like-minds, your life spreading out before you with the thrills and spills.
Tonight you will have to travel that little bit further - to the warehouse nestled between the forgotten...
