The heresiarch Lunges at lioneyed sun And roars - How can you treat me thus? Beraged, the god spectacular Exhales Swivels macular Burns pupils black The doubtful Life navigator Stirs his pockets Reaches for Alternate eyeballs Proceeds Where the need For deities?
One of my favourite places in London. The jars are all of the kit needed to make seed bombs. These all-in-one grow kits are then used in guerrila gardening. This place shuts on 19th September I think, so check it soon.