I was going through my friend's correspondence (for reasons I prefer not to talk about) and I found the invitation for Sebastian Horsley funeral that happened on July 1, 2010. His outlandish way of dressing is just sad... however he did get some attention through it, and that made me think that I might not get anywhere if I keep my blue/black/grey wardrobe, but that's a subject for another post.
I just read half of his book and my favourite chapter so far is 'I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way', the way it was written is highly entertaining and deliciously filthy, just perfect for an empty and lonely Wednesday afternoon when the boiler stops working and the fireplace decides to prove that I wasn't designed to create fire... anywhere.
Black kisses
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