Eating mice while the boat is sinking

What about rats, more protein, too much protein, makes a big maybe but maybe sounds as lovely as tomorrow morning, if you have the good idea to keep the window blind. The boat is sinking for sure, captain went for lunch, the Kaiser is watching a bunch of sailors dance, with a kinky eye. Everybody is pissing in his violin, these days, everybody is puking in the ocean and it fueled our lust to throw smokey flowers at Katie Grant's piece of shit, well, of glossy paper, glossies are such a shitty ordeal for the eyes nowadays but some pearls survive among the mountains of trash. Back from hell, or almost, we are. We don't promise you LOVE (megazine) or a daily dose of grasshoppers wearing bikinis as second skin, we don't swear there will be breathtaking news all the way but, perhaps, a bit of sweet words from time to time. Was hard to believe it is Carolyn Murphy above, easier to guess it was David Sims who held the camera. Fashion, like almost everything else, has turned into a kind of kingdom of boredom, lately, a vast waste of paper, a mass murder of trees yet between the corpses the angels are swinging hard. In black outfits no one would wear, and pink backgrounds are so neat. Hit us, hit us, baby, we don't lie. And we're alive, at least, at last.

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[Olgagil]

So great to see this blog working again. I think only now I really realize how inspiring it is! Xx