I left Bolivia and came to London where I hid in a toilet to escape from the police. Raising the lid I could see Elizabeth's fat, white behind on which Lyndon Johnson was projecting an Andy Warhol movie. I was fed up. But I was scared too. American spies were all over the place. As Lenin put it: 'What now?' So to kill time I picked up a political novel, opened it at random and began to read.
JLG
JLG
annalee:
Do you know the story of the Master Flea?
annalee:
The more the merrier I guess!