Victoria Park, Guido Fawkes. Fucked. Firecrackers, burning stars, anarchists, celebrate. East London, curious night, beautiful ladies, linguini, confusion, blurry, flurry, fury, wind, cold, mittens, holding hands, the anarchist was tried and then he killed himself. Blitz. Hope. Fight. Win. Lose. hope some more. No more suprises please. I’ve got a tiny smile hidden away for you. Just come back home to me.
