I saw standing up out of the grass a murderous length of sharp steel. Some gaum of a farm boy had abandoned this scythe while cutting bundles of sourgrass for cattle-breeding.

Bro I’m booky, I’ll take your food if my belly starts rumblin They rap about bootings, they ain’t blammed nobody Hold that properly when I bang that dotty I put sniff in a rex, and I slang that bobby

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Norman and I looked dishevelled, which meant we were usually offered a pre-rolled joint of locally grown product or a tiny piece of hash, and off we went, choofing away, like two New World lords […]