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04.12.05 by Widge @ 3:31 am
Found a 3.5" diskette from 1995. Popped it in and bingo, a crapload of lyrics that I knew were around someplace but couldn't remember where they had ended up. A lot of this stuff is crap, and there's a few gems amongst them. Most of them are…well, hell, you know the kind of stuff I write. Now imagine that with three musicians backing it up but even bleaker. But then there was this, which stood out. I had forgotten this even existed. purgatory, shotgun i saw you driving that circus car that was merely yesterday well your friend works the pedals while you try to steer that was maybe yesterday January 24, 1995. What the hell was I thinking that day? Filed under: Projects
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.