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Streetlight Billboards haunt Like shadows From a dream That's not my own I want things I hate Myself F...

I am wedded to An endless war of Me against A Me Who Is not A man from the past Who has my face Who shares my self Who defiles it ...

Hey dangermice and chaosrats. I have good news and, as some proponents of Yin-Yang theory would argue is inevitable, I also have bad news. ...

Hello hoodlums. Extremely long time absolutely no speak. I'd say sorry for that, but I'm sure you've all appreciated the absence...

Maybe I've become jaded in my exceedingly late twenties, but it seems like it's been a long time since there's been something ge...

Dear Mr. Grayling, Thank you for reading this letter. As one of Britain's premiere fuckwits I realise that you must be very busy. Just ...

A new and insidious practice has been gripping the public sphere lately: telling decent, well-meaning lefty writers like me not to leave bo...

As many of you will already tragically be aware, on Tuesday up-and-coming arsepimple Alec Shelbrooke used his privileged position as a Tory ...

Many fellow tweeps have been pleasantly apoplectic today over a new Tory ad decrying Britain's ravaging horde of grasping dole scrounger...

Today I'm going to do something I've not done before: praise the Tories. You see, as an anarchist, I yearn for a world where work is...

Being a strange and lonely soul, I've spent the morning pouring over the DWP's reluctantly released figures  revealing the catastrop...

Twitter and assorted, credulous media tosspots have been aghast today at the news that Rotherham council has reservations about letting raci...

Ever felt like David Cameron reminded you of someone unbearably naff, but couldn't work out exactly who? Well he right dishonourable @...

By now an entire thunderstorm of electrons have probably been wasted by bloggers picking apart David Cameron's latest - and first - cabi...

Please read this disclaimer before embarking. You can also read the original prison blogs here. As the sun sets on my eighth day of incar...

Unless you've been living under a particularly wi-fi resistant rock for the last six months, you've probably heard about Pussy Rio...