Friday, 22 June 2007

Dead like Ben

I died. It was shit. Can you guess how I bit the concrete?

Was it:

a) On my way home I was stopped by a voice asking, “hexcuse mee pleaze, have you got a 'pare ciiigarette pleaze?” And upon failing to produce a ciiigarette I was stabbed and drowned in a pool of crimson?

b) The W7 bus driver started talking to a mate and shut the doors on my head?

c) I dived off the Tate as a statement about, um, something important

d) All of the above

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