fucking frankie fraser rampton romper suit straightjacket insane that some one after 3 years goes fishing around on my twitter account like an amyl nitrate soaked sex fiend with GHB priapism Headfirst in a skip In the breezeblock back yard of an Old Compton Street sex shop. Frantically searching for soiled gussets, stray pubes, and a fleurs-de-lys strap-on to sniff, seeking out the tatty trinkets and baubles to lay before their leftist Politruck Superiors for a tickle on the tummy and a pair of denim jeans.
Nick seems the sort of bloke who would inform on his neighbours for playing imperalist decadent chuck berry on their bulb transistor Radio through the thin paper walls of their Motorenwerk state owned prefabrication asbestos erich honecker platenbau probably for party advancement and an extra cup of GDR pea flour Kaffe Mix coffee substitute before his shift at producing time and motion studies of his comrades greasing hydraulic nipples in a injection moulding plastics factory.
