Black Friday/ Friday 13th 2015.
Clearly bombs exploding in Paris is a much bigger deal than bombs falling on Syria, Bagdad, Lebanon or Isreal and, and, and...
Deeply sad for Paris.
Deeply concerned about refugees.
Positively sure we don't know what to do.
The European Union has a Law that demands I inform you (Europeans, I take it) of the possible use of cookies. I haven't a clue if I am using cookies. It's a bit like a spleen. Who knows what their spleen is doing? So, be thus warned. Cookies may exist.
Saturday, 14 November 2015
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
Friday, 14 August 2015
Friday, 31 July 2015
The four garden angels.
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This one is sweet and hard of hearing. |
We live by the sea and the painted angels, four of, had begun to rust. It was time for a new coat.
This one angel has his head inclined a little.
Here's the crew.
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Our security system. |
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This one likes having a word. |
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This one is the overseer. |
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The one who gives the orders, obviously. |
When he paints the faces I will be back to show you.
Jesus save you and bless you.
Wednesday, 22 July 2015
Distractions
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Three Trees
Trees. Again.
I have been watching the news.
Nato has been cutting down on its weapon shopping for, I don't know how many, years.
Everyone was happy.
Now they are being accused of cutting down their consumerism. ?
And, and, and - President Obama is going to look terrific in retrospect.
I'm rambling.
Jesus save you and Bless you.
Monday, 20 July 2015
The Lines of a White Lion
Drawing white lions on white paper with pastels hasn't a lot to do with white.
It's brown and black and red and dark green.
""The path to anywhere never goes as you think it will." MeI don't know.
I think I have to get over myself and start writing about proper stuff again.
I have been trying really hard to write about nothing. Nothing is really popular. As you know. You are the only one reading this.
I don't know if you are a young graduate potential hacker of the future or just a machine - and how can I say just a machine when my entire world centers round some machine.
The machine is my people.
Jesus Save you and Bless you.
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