Britain’s going to fall, so let’s make it sexy

They’re going to raid Downing Street, lop off some heads, then paint a Westminster primary school with Johnson’s blood and use Corbyn’s entrails as decoration for a new communal area. I’ve got no problems with this brutal outcome. Hang Rothko’s art on the new walls of a fallen England. The world’s going down in flames. […]

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If you’re going to sit on my face, I may as well just be your man

Violence in the streets, degradation in the sheets. “Mr. Brizell get a bloody hold of yourself. This soul of yours is in ruins. There’s talk of your sickening behaviour, unrepentant sefishness and wild romancing. We want your head” My sunglasses are askew and I’ve misplaced my heart down a grimy alley. All in all the […]

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