yIP indeedy doo.

we’re off to belgium tonight…
im hanging, i hardly slept last night. after a shite gog in the welsh club, where it felt like we were playing a sample of a fridge to a morgue.
i felt like i was losing the fucking plot.
sicknote feels dead. and im so fucking skint. cant stop fucking moaning right now.
woke up feeling a bit better, and no longer on the verge of a breakdown…

had lunch wiv doghouse and met sian…. got the flyers for my birthday – they look wikkid…

off to see The Physicists now (QUALITY) and then meet vik with flyers then off to belgium, cant talk now

Pick Ya Lip Up
in turmoil


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