I'm Rossco Galloway a singer songwriter and writer from Edinburgh in Scotland. I love my freinds and family and i love music and writing.
My passion is ...
music
I know too much about ...
stuff that isn't worth knowing
My parents always told me ...
to wipee my bum efter a poopsie
My childhood ambition ...
to be unemployed
My favorite memory ...
falling asleep
Why I write ...
cuz if i didn't i'd froth at the mouth
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
reading J.G Ballard, watching the computer screen, listening to Ecky -N
My first job ...
hairdresser(!)
My best moment ...
not going to go into that here....
My inspiration ...
The used and abused who confuse my muses
Chapter One - There was a boy..his life was what you might call, eventful. No, that's not right. His life was manufactured in much the same way a car is manufactured, there's a start point, a middle, and a definite end; a sale to a prospective buyer, a happy drive home, a nice cosy garage or a life of night times parked under a tree in the drive. The tree is constantly shedding leaves. The last part is not important. You can discard everything after end;. However, the boy didn't believe in this description of his life, and fought against it constantly, only to notice the more he kicked and...
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Member since: July 2007
Articles Written: 1