Monthly Archives: March 2012
Published in 1968, this collection of poems by ‘Arcade Fire’ – a pseudonym used by the then social outcast, Peregrine W. Thymmes – met with no acclaim.
Mongo always, but always, overdid the mayo when prepping a tuna/mayo sarnie. And woe betide you if you intimated as much. The man was mayo mad.
The magic that made the mop-tops tick like a bomb filled with melodies of love. Done as a sort of chemical diagram.
Frankie said that our stairs were the only place he could ever really think clearly. Judging by his general life choices, I think he meant it literally.