hescho peech

I took my pen from a pocket and, for no reason that I could comprehend, blacked out several letters in the headings and, with not a notion of Situationist or cut-up theory, but with an urgent and divine energy, The School Speech became he Scho peech, which, in turn, instinctively, could not become anything but … Continue reading hescho peech

Dead Fox In Mid Seventies.

St. Bartholomew's Day 2018. Dear _______, Hello! I hope that this finds you well. I enclose a mixtape & some accompanying words to read... Pinky & Perky. I was, one morning recently, walking from the new exit/entrance for East Croydon toward the WC (that is to say, Whitgift Centre, though, these days the abbreviation seems … Continue reading Dead Fox In Mid Seventies.