To Err Is Human. To Cutter: Divine.

Sitting on the turgid tram, innards twisted like a wet flannel and experiencing a constant karate chop to the neck. I want to stretch like gum but retain the flavour. And not have too many bite marks.

There are three guys working in the arts I admire at the moment. Not enough guys to found an upmarket burger joint, granted but grinding living beings into meat isn’t exactly an aspiration.

Listening to Lorde because I’m two years behind the curve.

 

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