newcastle has really begun to change.

you know their is something sublimely transcendetal about the fact thet in almost a week this blog has only received 1 posted comment. all this regaurdless of the fact the i have offered significant cash prizes and even shown great leaps and practically redifined literature, anywya, enough about me, i was hanging out in the alley behind toughen-up the other day with two japanese guys i met drifting in wallsend. they were smoking cigaretes and i was shooting dice and trying to get perfect numbers. the harbour used to be a hideaay for dead bodies, and icould almost catch the smell coming up through the back of wickham as i rolled eleven after elleven and listened to these boys bitch about paint kobs and pannel work. i walked down hunter street and noticed a dark patch in front of a shopfront which stank like old meat. so kneeling to investigate i discoved a delicate pie of shit and on top like a crowning glory was the pair of calivin clines the loving patron had used to whipe his ass with before he weht on to the next joint. newcastle has really began to change.