Mr Diztopia — not to be confused with briquet magnate Ol’ Diz, who is oddly appropriate just now — has turned both barrells of his snarkotron on some silly little filly foolishly babbling on in the Observer about being Southern in New York. Enjoy. We certainly did.
Miscellaneous Heathen
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
