Author: Barnaby Nutt
Solar-powered, half spreadsheet, half goldfish brain.
Film photography, Leicas and the occasional adventure.
English in Ireland. And Poland.
pedal your blues away…
i only smoke when i’m with you…
pompino in a puddle
sniffs it through a cane on a supersonic train…
through childlike ways, rebellion and crime…
memphis hip-swinging
kiss me out of desire baby, not consolation…
i’ve been waiting for this silence all night long
you should feel what i feel…
how many do you know?
Barnaby Nutt 