


IT IS WITH GREAT SADNESS THAT i BRING YOU ALL NEWS OF DA SAD DEMISE OF GOd'sLITTLE TOY : 7610 MK2.
The LITTLE FUCKA gets a night out in BRIXTON - i show him the PRISON AGAIN BUT OH NO! WOULD MY PHONE LISTEN TO 9t)REASON???
It gets worse....such is the life of A sohisticated lil gadget it started getting paranoid on me!!
WHo the fuck does my phone think it is??? Tony bleedin BeNN???
Anyways...i only went and caught it Out taping an answer phone machine the other morning...whatEVA Next???
Its Barbaric!!
Anyways, havin had a pleasant stroll in the rain thursday my phone is insistent on having a nother night out...this time i'm led up the garden pAth back to the ol PACK IN TON estate in North London....
Does my phone beHave itself?? HUH???
Does it fuck!
I ended up terminatING the cunt somewhere in Dalston...who ever heard of a street fighting phone anyhOws????
And so...like many of its pricey predececceSSors that came b4 i made sure that this phone didn't even make it to the Hospital! A and E is just too good for some cunts....you can iamgine, my (deceased)phones views on concentration camp survival just weren't fashionable enuff...even 4 HACKNEY!
WhatEVA Next???
ORGANISED CHAOS?????
huh?
whatevA...LIKE I SAID TO (LOVELY) jonny IN Hammersmith yesterday...i may be 7 KINDS of Fucked PAL but now We is All
*Doom WITH WHATEVA*
capiche. (!)

DOG METAL DOG;loyal on both sides...
to the bone
god bless x
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