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From: Meow Toff Ear Category: Art Date: 18 November 2008 Time: 01:07 PM Review: Robert Silk is in a jungle and three mutilated earwigs arrive on pupating death head hawkmoths, the first earwig says "It is ye boredom!! an eye brimming with an involuntary tear: he dreams of the gallows in fumes of his waterpipe. You apprehend, reader, this fragile monster, hypocrite reader, my mirror, my brother. And the third says "wait a minute what about the second?" Posh spice has a new ringtone, the world is fleetingly of interest, no one should have to worry about it. Lilly Allen will get drunk I'm told. Ooh Jonathan Ross has sweared in the desert and Jim Moir has sold out now that he selled him through a agency what should really not cell things of that nature unless they did buy a licence for it from the govvernunt. Head Balls maid an ouncement about of flu is burred the hedges of our metal botanicement because Prince Chiles is fed up with wasting his hole life instead of being the Queen part two, the concervatives are also thinking along these lines and Simon Exray factor is helping Louis Exray Factor make a record of Thank Heaven for Little Boyz, Danny Minogue is gradually turning into Robert Silk, I wood say that Bryan Ferry lives there but, are you sure I'm not boring you?