Arts and art

This is the future they painted, battleship grey and tainted by oil? The old masters, Whitehall bastards, but that’s up for debate…

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Padded

Isolation might be good for me to leave the confines of society and break free from what is expected of me and I could wear a tiara every day…

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Seagulls playing chicken

They duck like Dodger, badger pedestrians eschew the oceans and steal chips from the unwary. They scare me more than Fagin ever did…

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Just the ticket

I’m writing a piece of happiness filled up to the brim with goodness, I think we all need an infusion of what they call delusion. Smiling my way through the day and then the police come to tow me away as if I’m a wreck, but I am at their beck as they call thus…

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Wafer thin walls

And look, lots of room in here for doom and gloom and yet we fear the refugee, I think we are the refugee, the searcher looking for the shore. Under a sun that does not shine, you’ll see a face and that face is yours and mine. But we do make more room for doom…

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Spring clean #64

If we live that long however long that might take we might make some progress whatever that is and that is that. Monday on the merry-go-round got to work and earn a pound going on the underground where most things are hidden from view. I want to stay in bed want her to lead me…

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