I like to compare myself to the Puriri Moth. This creature survives in a cocoon for decades until it finally burrows out to explore the world. Except this moth only lives for 24 hours. And it spends that day fucking. After which it dies. The Puriri moth doesn’t even have a mouth, one-track-mind-ed little fucker that […]Read more "THE GHOST MOTH"
We met on the platform at Tottenham Court Road, chatted in Spanish and then kissed, lots… in a South American way, not a British way. I didn’t even check if he was an erudite, literary, cultured, stylish cunt (with a long tongue). I just got off at my stop, Chalk Farm. Not un-nice at all… […]Read more "I kissed an Argentinian man on the tube"