Story of the dark lady.

Slumping on the lonely uninviting, dreary steps of Wood green station, sharing a fag with her friend. This Saturday early morning is infested with drunks, and this time, we are not the worst off; by comparison we are looking quite good. Anxious, unnerved tourists try and pertend we don’t exist —a […]

The second day of the second month of 2000.. Croched on the uninviting bleak, harsh plateform of Charing cross station, spliting a soggle ciggerete
weakth a shivering boyfirend. This Friday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and this time, we are not quite the most intoxicated; by comparison we are looking quite […]

Sitting on the dank damp, drab plateform of Wood green station, spliting a soggy ciggerete
feebleth her shivering boyfirend. This Saturday night is a commune for the drunk and hopeless, and for once, we are not quite the most intoxicated; by comparison we are looking quite good. Latenight, shivering tourists blank us —a few […]

Beholding the aged ladie startles me. I stare plainely at the gentle aging crinkles on her face and at the way she covered up the missing hair,. The laguhter lines on her forehead get deeper. I resist the desire to try and flaten them out . Then she begins to grin that shows up […]

don’t let her get you don’t she is alway slooping in here and playing hwith her hair. Damm whore what does she want, I can’t really tell, I bet you it got something to do with david. She has been sniffing around his crotch for too long now, something has to be done, somethign has […]

Sitting on the damp drippy, bleak steps of Wood green station, deviding up a smoke with a lover. This Sunday nighttime is a commune for the drunken rejects of the world, and for once, we’re not the worst off; nor are we the the worst smelling. Latenight, unsettled foreigns blank us —a few anchknoledge us. […]