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| the wide, blue yonder. Ladies & gentlemen, we are floating in space. |
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| cat-rack |
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| busted? or ran outta space? |
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| when the going gets weird... (the weird don stilts) |
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| I caught you slippin' (xxxmas morning) |
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| xxxmas stash-pile |
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| dredgin' |
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| various aftermaths (as above, so below) |
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| green man |
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| heart-breaking champions of nature |
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| hieroglyphics |
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| you listening, Alan? |
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| newnewnude Bloody Head rekkid got done... out Summer 2018ish, or some shit |
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| loafing oafs in all-night chemists (ekkies for breaky) |
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| the invisible mang and Sweve |
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| toilet ambience |
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| fully self-sufficient |
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| sounds about right, eh Andy? |
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| Milo Brennan photographic-forgery. Full on texture-head |
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| iron'oss is life |
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| same photo, different people/places |
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| so long old friends |
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| Greg - fence-hoppin' |
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| Bambi - nozgrind twizler |
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| cubbyhole |
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| Mobb Deep |
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| Zombie - tweakin' for the 'sid freakz |
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| Zombie's license to spoon |
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| Mi(lo)chael's debutant was a barn-stormer. |
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| not happy |
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| turn on, tune in, etc... |
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| witching business |
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| (sorry mate) |
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| YES! |
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| plotting what nearly became our deaths |
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| "big, that" |
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| last photo before it all got a bit too real |
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| survival (just) |
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| Monkey and the last sheep that came sniffing round these parts |
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| Mablethorpe sand-blastin' |
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| inner-sanctum |
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| Carl - blastin' |
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| Lincs-lyfe |
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| Sweve gets it. reet, I'm boggin' off across the pond to the Wild West for a bit...chasing waterfalls, day-dreams, night-terrors, long forgotten full pipes in the wilds of wherever, outlaw scum fucks, familia, learning how to breath and love again and other potentially trueish stories... seizure on't other side, in'shallah and somethings being equal. xxx |
