Here's what we've been saying the last few days:
Screwdriver!
Scalpal!
Clear!
Aaaaahhhhhhh!
Stop. Write it down.
Apocalyptic mushroom.
The woman with the make-up is now beautiful.
....regrets capitalism.
....suspicious yellow flip flops.
I say bless you. Does that make me a good person?
This is a central line train to Ealing Broadway.
Pigeon 1. Pigeon 2. Pigeon 3....
Ready for immediate occupation
Car. Car. Car. Damn!
Close your fucking mouth when you sleep.
Objective:
It could just be a packet of crisps.
I contemplate the stitching on my rucksack.
Those children shaking machines.
The stickman gets a rough deal.
No returns. Credit?
Sale!
Lighten up!
Lyndal Marwick
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