Dat 21 - Sevens and Threes
Dat 22 - Spenser vs Skelton on 'Who is the best Mortal Kombat II character?'
Dat 23 - Mothing part 1
Dat 24 - Mothing part 2
Dat 25 - Cobra Commander's


Two HerbertsYou cant go Daviding your younger or your older self. Like lightspots or like light- spun proto-Pokemon phantasmagoria, theyre seen but cant be lined up in your sight. Still, author snaps allow a kind of conflict Bloodaxe back-of-book ones all the more, framed as they are like the portraits in Streetfighter IIs selection screen, the poet in repose,Two Herberts
fierce as any convict. The older Herbert sizing up the younger: quite the quarrel for the gossipmonger! Though photos, at the same time, seem quite brittle, like moulted exoskeletal remains


Warning NoticeGoing to Covent Garden? Attack from the south or the east. The north-west approach is a gauntlet of living statues The danger comes not from the crowds (though they arent much use either) its from the malaise, chilly as face-paint, that grows, in your heart at the sight of these symbols of all thats ceasedWarning Notice
to live, of trails gone cold, and of flames become black matches. And its not that their acts as old-hat as spinning plates that puts you in mind of the grave (though that too grates) Its that when these mimes pretend to be p


A Little Duck from ParadiseI wrote my utopia with a Nissan pen. It wasn't a recipe, nothing rose or bubbled,A Little Duck from Paradise
but there was beating, carried on the wings of a drake, and a perfect round egg.
And smoke, I confess, That rose then hovered.
Cats in red waistcoats scattered flowers. Everywhere.
Free spirits. No headaches. Air conditioning.
There was only enough to eat.


See It ComingIt’s strange to think of how I am built. Sliding, fluttering organs with their shy ways- Then my sloping vine muscles shrink, grow young and weak to hang on my bo nes, my deceptive earthquake bones which like december are upon me suddenly in arthritis- arid, splitting ground, they are silent silent silent oh what now silent as the desert earth beneath. They never breathed a word- and oncoming decay, like a sleeper tide took from me my joints. I know my role. In this war I am frenchSee It Coming
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
But yah. Saving reading your gallery for later when it's not so early.
Congrys on the DD.
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Very nices gallery;
very nices pictures.
thank you.
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Bertolt Brecht - "Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."
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Girlfriend, Guardian Force, or backwards alphabet slicing, take your pick.
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once you begin to do what is right, who will be able to do what is left?
Bertolt Brecht - "Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."
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