Since we’ve started this fucking thing,
I guess we should finish it.
Girls didn’t feature much in my
youth. Well, not the nice kind, at any
rate …
So this bijou page is about little
girls. Oh, not like that, you sick fuck,
I was a kid!
I plagiarised this landscape from the
cover of a tin pencil box I inherited. I
find that a touch poetic, and not in any way a copyright infringement.
Here it is:
This was the first colour girl in my oeuvre. That wasn’t a typo (I can’t decide whether I should
use these parentheses to highlight that racially insensitive comment or point
out that I used the word ‘oeuvre’ in reference to the sewage I’ve been pumping
out for twenty-five years. I suppose they
did both. Shall we move on?)
Given the macabre nature of most of the shit I’ve
done, you might surmise that the girl in the violet dress (Yes! Coloured.
Now STFU) has been pitched off (or, Heaven forbid, pitched herself
off) some upper peak.
Not the case, you morbid fuck. I think she’s just looking at the view
upside-down. And what a vista it is!
Euche!
I was a kid stealing images from pencil boxes and putting fantasy girls
in them. What the fuck do you want from
me?!
Oh boy, this one’s a bit closer to the
spleen:
Even with my wife of twenty years, I
find myself reticent on this topic. What’s
the expression about less said, sooner mended?
That.
If it wasn’t plainly apparent from the
above,
Soc is a fraud
downinahole
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