Life and War with Mikey Fatboy Delgado
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Tears shining like slug trails

This week I witnessed the most pitiful sight imaginable, a true end-of-an-era moment.
As a gun carriage dragged a dead woman in a box covered with a decorated piece of
cotton through the cleared streets of London to a performance by a man dressed in the
garb of a witch in front of an assembly comprised of charlatans, chancers, and class warriors,
I saw a man burn his own poems.

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