When I was younger I saw a house burn down
and I walked past it everyday for the next six years. Derelict, black, chalky and dangerous. I wondered if squatters lived there.
I'm still not sure but I know there were never any parties cause it was shit.
After a while the council got around to tidying the town,
making it less offensive here and there.
They said it was an eyesore so they tore it down.
Behind the house was a wall with a few bits of crabby graffiti and the word 'Cunt' written on it in giant letters.
And now I walk past that...
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Every musician who has inspired me in some way, Salvador Dali, George Jung, anyone and everyone interesting
