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The last days of January

I came back to cottage # 43 to take a nap but instead polished off the Glenfiddich 17 (or possibly 12, I can’t recall because the bottle has already been taken to the recycling bin) and went through the box of cards I found in my father’s closet. 951 more words

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Delusions of Gladness for Spectacular Sadness

I cannot explain why this song makes me want to cry (or has in the past, now I slightly choke up before the next item on my to do list, storage full warning, why is there popcorn stuck to my bread, and why did I just call it my bread?) 44 more words

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Think On It

Monday morning musings.

The first piece of work has been started in the slowly developing, subterranean studio space.

Irie folks,

Keep Blazing

And

Stay Amazing!

Art

Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius

The amount of the bad is immeasurable in terms of things that are not right with the world, the specifics and the details, the general and the ambiguous. 433 more words

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The Drink

It’s cold

out there in the drink,

where everyone is sipping

a cold heartless drink.

Each man is a’drowning,

but not one can see the others. 54 more words

Poetry

Going Underground

Yesterday, I got a nice surprise of a late Christmas present from a friend. A fabulous book:

A fine collection of images from underground London; sewers, rivers, railway lines past present and future, abandoned stations, and other ancillary tunnels and underground workings, such a fascinating read, you can buy it from… 66 more words

Photography

Hop on the bus...

Drop off the key,

There are that many invasions to

our thoughts per second

flight from the muse so quickly

because

the walls are caving in.

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