M O D E R A T E C O N C E R N
!#$%
all you lucky london people.. 
police is not your friend
libels:

Raymond Pettibon

Each tear: a row of stars,
Each pain: a sun.
A Sun that tightens air
And a light that knows not light itself,
That knows but mass,
And by total force
Does eat up the heavens
To fill its maddening sight.
A dainty sum!
Made of mind-sacks that never die,
Of Suns that are always weeping.

david hockney