South West England.
Tourism, people looking at each other, road vehicles, hills...what else is there on earth besides an active volcano and clap-operated lights?
As I wrote days ago I did see the British Art Show, and my favourite thing was called Black Queen and was made by Hew Locke. Here is his website.
Other art-related incidents are formed out of pure concept, shite and almost-identical-since-1995 'illustrations' and messy writing, mainly about the author's confused internal dialogue. Sounds well class dunnit. I will resolve my life near to the end and burst into teargas. Anyone who wants a copy of my ashes can download them from Remainster, just look up UK in the Wankers category. I wish only success upon the second recorded Bang.
Before I turn back into a social animal, I should like to add that I hate with a little more sensitivity than usual today because my invented horroscope [fascinating and often arriving in retrospect] told me that I will, not could or should but WILL be experiencing some true and fluent detest-tinged movements of the emotional spirit. Of the thousands of secret victims, only six discovered my inner situation when I caused an underpass to cave in after being ignored by a middle-aged cyclist.
Before I leave this website and return to pretending to forget what I was thinking about earlier, I shall forget everything [I say everything, I mean to say 'the crap stuff'] and relax. I am relaxed. Are you? What is your problem? Infinity.
Until the next login, see the beauty and let your skin out.
As I wrote days ago I did see the British Art Show, and my favourite thing was called Black Queen and was made by Hew Locke. Here is his website.
Other art-related incidents are formed out of pure concept, shite and almost-identical-since-1995 'illustrations' and messy writing, mainly about the author's confused internal dialogue. Sounds well class dunnit. I will resolve my life near to the end and burst into teargas. Anyone who wants a copy of my ashes can download them from Remainster, just look up UK in the Wankers category. I wish only success upon the second recorded Bang.
Before I turn back into a social animal, I should like to add that I hate with a little more sensitivity than usual today because my invented horroscope [fascinating and often arriving in retrospect] told me that I will, not could or should but WILL be experiencing some true and fluent detest-tinged movements of the emotional spirit. Of the thousands of secret victims, only six discovered my inner situation when I caused an underpass to cave in after being ignored by a middle-aged cyclist.
Before I leave this website and return to pretending to forget what I was thinking about earlier, I shall forget everything [I say everything, I mean to say 'the crap stuff'] and relax. I am relaxed. Are you? What is your problem? Infinity.
Until the next login, see the beauty and let your skin out.
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