psycho blues
Last night i dreamed about the owner a.k.a. the boss a.k.a. the welder. He was standing on a stage. Naked. Playing punk songs all night long. He called it psycho blues.
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April 26, 2012
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Feeding my world: 3 of my children eating oysters in Bentleys, London, on Christmas Eve.
Despite the promises of a million cookbooks, TV shows and articles, real-life, day-in, day-out food is mostly neither pretty nor sexy nor particularly exciting to make. I’ve more or less proven this (to myself, anyway, in a sort of with-Christopher…
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April 26, 2012
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April 25, 2012
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April 25, 2012
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0904_CM_Zoo_18_427 (via bodokitty)“Dear Lord, I know we don’t talk much and I know I haven’t been the best Christian but if you could bend your heavenly will to make this glass disappear right now I promise to go to church every Sunday and be nice to everything I can’t eat amen.”
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April 25, 2012
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