T was in a blue mood , his open reflections on the isloation of his life floating like Jazz notes under a "pink moon
Saira ViolaMots clés blues jazz melanchloy
Poncho was in a red mood slanging with rage and needed to cook himself out of it , while shoving handfuls of salted peanuts down his gullet and slurping ice cold Fanta
Saira ViolaMots clés funny comedy satirical
Mishaque was a stouty blend of Irish "shrek" mixed with crazy Jafakain, his front was car dealing.
Saira ViolaMots clés satire comedy coolest
With him big Phil from Notting Hill an old "face" from the sixties a pin up gangster with a "mars bar" weal scraping his left cheek and of course two "wag" slags in tow trussed up like French Poodles with "Bratz babe" stares and Gucci Handbags
Saira ViolaMots clés humour satire comedy crime post-modern
A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.
Saira ViolaMots clés satire post-modernism surreal
He was a boom boom shake the room " kind of guy
Saira ViolaMots clés satire cool pop-culture
..... this isn't some LA country rock jam reminiscing on the pyschtotropic pot pansies of Haight Ashbury . This is the soot and smut of London mate !
Saira ViolaMots clés crime contemporary-literature cult-fiction
Just a bullet a bag and a dream that's all I had now look at what I got
Saira ViolaMots clés humanity social-realism topical
Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter
Saira ViolaMots clés satire crime-fiction
Kara didn't feel like a dial and go coke pusher but she was a supremely good hustler
Saira ViolaMots clés street-cool-and-hip
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