everdecreasingcircles anybody?
not a valid description of things as they spiral outwardsly for now, like spit circles in the still waters of little venice... but a sitcom of our yore and funny little suburban man pottering, pedantic and pure comedy. undiluted..which is more than you say for little venice...and the lager at the pleasure unit. stick with the spirits my children stick with the spirits. taxi! infinity please - NO! not the club, the annex of eternity. can we stop off at oblivion awhile? [I sit in the cab , rustling £40 quid in my pocket. Something is occuring, something unsinister and pleasing. I stay still. i stay in the cab. money is confused - this is not in the script. what can happen next? whatever it is I'm doing it for
you yes you you wanton Libertines up and down the Albion. And to the man who sells dat 'ting, I would say only one thing
2 b or not 2 b and a dub?
viva le shambles!
[moral of the day: you can't make Polish a Kurd]
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