Went down to the local Brixton rock club, The Windmill, to the japanese rock night. It was a dimmly lit pub, painted in technicolor and decorated with hanging christmas bulbs and broken mirrors.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Nature of the Beast... or Bear...
So I've been chasing bears since I could walk. To clear up (which might be unneccesary at this point due to the media's recent infatuation of gay sub-cultures.. but, hey) a bear is an overweight hairy man whoo looks masculine. The key word there is "looks". saunter up to you all broad shouldered and burly, grabbing at their crotches... then will casually cough up a rainbow flag mid sentence. In the words of Lauren Hill, "frontin n***as gimme heebie jeebies." Don't pretend... you know who you are.
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