Chapter Five: 11 Minutes Late

11 minutes late, mate

Or was I early?

660 seconds really

Another 6 and it would be,

Well you figure it

But the devil is in the detail

And the detail is in the timing

Which for all intents

For me at least

Is an old man

At the lights

I don't play Candy Crush!

I don't sign petitions

I am not going to 'like' your page just because you ask me too
I am gonna wank on about Precious Little Precious Few Precious just fucking wow ! Cos there is talent right there

I am not going to your event in Germany, France, Belgium, England or Italy - so don't invite me. And select people to invite rather than block inviting. Do you even know where Australia is ? Seriously Bro's!!!

And I sure as fuck have no desire to play fucking Candy Crush.
I just wanna take good pictures and talk about street art and graffiti and bottles and cans ...

Okay and I also wanna crap on about Australian Politics, feminism, queer politics, anarchism, world peace and my dog

But NO Fucking Candy Crush!!!!!!

 

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Chapter Four

Was it a sign? A message ? A mere coincidence read far into ? I darent think it yet I saw it

Chapter Three - Apparition

Ah sweet memory

Have you betrayed me?

Was it not so?

#preciousfew #lordpreshington

Chapter Two

I stood below, coffee secure this time, dog tentative. The light was on, but the window wasn't open. Lord Preshington, where were you? Knowing how dashing houndstooth is on you, and feverishly excited to get my hands on your Apparel, I will wait again, hoping, someday, somehow, some way...

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Presh

There I was on the block, at the lights, dog sitting nicely and Eminem blasting through shitty earplugs. Dont smirk he is a modern poetic genius.

So yeah Marshall was running out of Backstreet Boys and suddenly from a building above this handsome devil waved, those curls cascading in slow mo, the double denim half on, smile as broad as Texas.

I was so excited that I dropped my coffee. It splattered all over the dog who was suddenly not able to sit.

Ah what a moment. That window, that Precious Angel.

Precious Sticker Porn

I will have to repost this when i can get a decent image to do it justice, but so you know I could get used to presents like this.  Yes I did covett from a distance, hands on the glass and staring wistfully.  I was the kid in the candy store, now I am the kid in the tenements with the only soccer ball...well one of the first, anyway. Thank you precious heart x