I quenched my thirst for two months at the London College of Printing, intact w/ an enlarged head and magnifying-glass-eye. And after class, my accomplices and I, in our black taxis and under the white Waterloo moon, would hang our modest works on the backs of barstools at the nearest pub, which the name escapes me now, but was probably something like "The Shakespeare's Head" or something more modest like "The Slug and the Lettuce." I would love to have a dark room, complete w/ a little red bulb, a timer and fragrances of developing chemicals, but I have to buy the Austin Healey first.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A Pint in a Dark Room
I quenched my thirst for two months at the London College of Printing, intact w/ an enlarged head and magnifying-glass-eye. And after class, my accomplices and I, in our black taxis and under the white Waterloo moon, would hang our modest works on the backs of barstools at the nearest pub, which the name escapes me now, but was probably something like "The Shakespeare's Head" or something more modest like "The Slug and the Lettuce." I would love to have a dark room, complete w/ a little red bulb, a timer and fragrances of developing chemicals, but I have to buy the Austin Healey first.
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