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Dollman and the Jussa’s an friends with the Liverpool team bus, brilliant x

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Not been here for a while, stuff happens, family trauma, Mum gone, so have been quiet an got on with my painting, working on a big forest painting with people floating in it, trees are challenging as they say, but its looking good. Im waking up again. Got another painting planned, need men with big noses , I know em ,just got to get them and tell them they are now models. Glad the last few months are rolling by, not been out for six months, time for thinking and working, got a club night planned, just music, groovy tunes, for the discerning funk an groove dancer, been finding music that makes you get up, so that will be in July, been thinking about a music only night for a while. Got some nice noises going on with my artwork since the exhibition last year, two or three things comin up very soon, to be posted when confirmed. So wakin up , painting, a bit crazy , to be expected, and seeing light through loss ,I bought two pairs of shoes for dancing so somethings happening, feeling cheeky and creative and a lot more me, my volume is returning, slowly but surely. Create and meditate, got a bit into Jordan Peterson, cant understand half of it but I like the thrust of it, stands his ground, takes no shit, I like that.

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And the poster .

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PV 20th 6.30

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Latest painting,in almost finished state, have worked a little tiny bit on it since the pics, it's me, an actual self portrait. title. CLASS QUEER ( working ) . oil on canvas.

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scally bum trees

Been workin on self portrait, will put up soon, its drying, light bounce on pics not good, an scally bum trees and hairy cars an slogans for prints n t shirts, feeling musical, want a keyboard and I will have one, got cabin fever, gettin out, where’s you ? he shouted into space, the sky deep blue black , the stars bright, cold ,there was no reply, xxx

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chocolate delicate

There was a chocolate shop within Selfridges on Oxford street,

it sold fresh cream filled belgian chocolates

I went there when I wanted a special treat for someone

the display was beautiful, the shop was so tasteful,

like a hidden grotto

the assistant would delicately place each chocolate into a pretty box

and then the gift was tied with ribbons

it was a confectionary treasure chest and everyone tasted exquisite,

when I look at Macron I think of that shop

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it’ll change

Sometimes you wake up smiling

another day it’s cloud cover

dull ,grey,uninspired, closed

flat and trapped inside yourself,

it’ll change like the weather

like the news, like trees and flowers

it’ll soon be spring, the bulbs

are poking through the ground,

colour changes the mood,

lose the winter stodge

connect with people

talk and laugh

get back on track

seek out a cause

let someone help

be a friend

to a stranger

leave a smile

if nothing else.

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they’re coming, pull the plug

The robots are coming say goodbye to your jobs

they will meet and greet, how new, how sweet

like self service tills they’ve made humans discreet

they’re quick, they’re cold , they require assistance, they annoy,

the supermarkets are training you like cattle

join this queue, use that till,quicker, quickly now go,

who said we all wanted to be forced through a shop,

refuse to use them,

progress, ha,is it progress to take away people’s work

is it progress to have less human interaction

a machine will never exchange a joke or a smile,

don’t be fooled, look and see,

‘progress’ leads to virtual contacts and human insecurity,

it says speed and instant gratification are key,

but as people we seek out love and art and friendships and skills and these things need our patience and time,

resist the machinery of ‘progress’

you need time to learn how to live.

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You can overlook a beautiful head

if you don’t hear him speak,

You just look and think that’s a beautiful head

But if you do talk to him

the whole world can change in a minute...

but maybe only for you

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fun cud ‘appen

‘Cross stones did I like a galloping nag

the fleeting meet a nervous tweet

yes now will see no way retreat,

fearless,

in fishing attire complete with spinners

I aimed at you and eyed your smile

the role poor poacher caught in the act

against the tree posterior smacked,

two weeks do cops ‘n robbers sublime

jaguar Sweeney bound ‘n gagged next time......

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TOO MUCH

Too much you ,not enough you

wow that waist, them curves, that face,

a man’s head pure bred

remembered last year

I envied the wife

he smiled and smiled

in his seasonal jumper,

tuck me in ur undies

ur my kind of warm.

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More friggin SHOPPIN

Boxing day, Cheshire Oaks traffic jam,

Portly people full of turkey and roasters

plopping about like bewildered sheep lapping up the sales,

wave after wave of unnecessary buying,

bags and more bags of bargains,

lost cards, retrace steps, lets go back,

I wish I’d stayed in,

it’s a theme park

a festival of greed

“I’m bored shitless let’s go shopping “

because there’s nothing we actually need.

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want love darn I

Rozetta Horn was mad on porn

her dad worked up at mill,

she hated boys, loved only gals

was friends with hammer an drill.

’I’ve got a dose’ she said oh so casual,

chomping on a pie,

‘was ‘er in next road married to Dan,

my own fault for shaggin’ a lie ‘

I look for love but find true lust

wrapped up in blusher ‘n paint,

I get ‘Disney eyed’ an quit the porn

an head off on the date like a saint.

It’s to loves’ sweet clouds,

It’s the cuddles and the moans,

It’s to hell with any restraint,

It’s the risk and i’ts the chase,

It’s so exciting I could faint,

I’ze one sex-crazed fuckin’ headcase !

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Earth to Farah Fawcet .. Come in..

Bring that cosmic pedallo back

I’ve put out the bed, you can have a new one,

he won’t be back..he’s in clink...honest,

Earth to Farah Fawcet..come in your time’s up,

Up I say !

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STONE PAPER SCISSORS YOGHURT,

my, thats a shit game.

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I want the biggest bum in the world so I can hit cashiers in supermarkets in the face with it as I run out with my stolen cornettos ...he said to the plastic surgeon in Harley St,

the lottery win was obviously a surprise but the inflated arse urge had always been there,

you ask the universe an the universe answers he said ...into the mirror.