the fender

 The fender was plus ultra non. In transit you have every bare hoof. 

CLimb your fair foot! O angels of dust and shit on the second hand orifice and coffee house terraces. O cities of the middle wank, and the poor . The transisitors and ipods and the absent books, and the perished pule. O back in the days O yes, demontrations weekly a horde of leftis climbed the parlimentary gates. We gained access becoming king!

Now its all shite. A blessed heap of crap and candy stores. Dollar wenders to the cheap economy and the success of world wide Empire.  

O them was the days Jill was a molecule.