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Friday, 30 October 2009

Trick or Treat

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

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Its quite an early one ..version two..really needs redoing ...another thing to add to the list

Saturday, 24 October 2009

ArburyCam


richardsonart- Broadcast your self LIVE

Thursday, 22 October 2009

R.I.P Susie

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Patrick Quinn

Monday, 19 October 2009

Simon 3


Friday, 16 October 2009

Ladyboy Research Institute Emblem

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Blind Elvis

The Kringe speaks (Part 2)

The Kringe speaks (Part 1)

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Am I mad




Friday, 2 October 2009

Immaculate conception?

Berts nose hairs

bert had nosehairs like you wouldnt believe unless you saw for yourself, they were that bad he had to tape them to his cheeks before he could eat.Now as you can imagine this was very annoying,not to mention downright inconvenient bert finally decided to do somthing about it one day when he was at the barbersand was asked if he would like his beard trimmed,bert knew from experience that this wouldnt work as he had tried this himself. It only made them grow faster, and besides he had to resort to pruning shears,as they were so strong like wire they wereand the barber didnthave any shears in the shop, well he wouldnt would he.The thing was what could he do about them, After seeing his doctor an ear nose and throat specialist,he was finally refered to a harley street specialist, a mr nasal sounds just the person for me bert thought. Whilst waiting for the appointment day to arrive when bert hoped all his problems would be solved, a funny thing started to happen the nosehairs seemed to take on a life of their own, at meal times instead of having to tape them up to his cheeks,they would move aside on their own and remain there untill after he had finished, also when he cleaned his teeth something very awkward before as the heat and steam in the bathroom would make the tape come off. Then one night at the theatrehis nosehairs started to conduct the orcestra,the great pannini invited them onto the rostrum so that the orchestra could follow the movements of the nose hairs more closley.The performance was superb the greatraol pannini wasin tears the applause went on and on, never in the history of the theatre had a performance been known like it, but bert wasnt very happy the nose hairs were just using him. As all the big theatres booked his nose hairs they became ever more popular, and famous they would get top billing the incredible conducters the nose hairs never a mention of bert.They even opened their own bank account, and drove around in limousines, had the best wines, something bert never really had a nose for,they even had a massage before each performance and poor old bert didnt even receive so much as a quick rubdown,as they became ever more popular poor old bert was left in the background. Well one day bert had had enough out late everynight ,and with his nosehairs practising from early morning he wasnt getting any peace at all. Right thats it he said he went to his garden shed and locked himself and his nosehairs in he went to his toolbox and removed a pair of pliers.One by one he pulled the nosehairs out, no matter how much he screamed or how much his eyes watered bert was determined, they had to go.Laying on the floor infront of him now the nosehairs,bert felt like a new man finally he could get his life back. That night the news was full of how the great nosehairs had dissapeared,and how foulplay was suspected, but bert had hidden the evidence they wouldnever point the finger at him ,as after all they didnt even know what he looked like and would surely never recondnise him now. That night bert slept contented, but at 5 am was awakened by a perfect baritone,singing coming from the end of his nose, hair we go again he thought

Suffering - Parts 3, 4 & 5

3
Murder is by no means
the comprehensive common sense,
but in a more clear light,
it is the leading uncommon sense that pervades us all.
Having had a headache does one hammer ones head against a concrete floor or laugh it off? Probably in our case the former is true.
The problem of the monkey condition
centres somewhere away from these ideas,
laying in the malady that we refuse to talk of.
In a vague way,
the obsession that somehow,
someday we will beat the game
is cotton-wooling the fact that we are Cosmic refugees.
The tragic truth is that,
if the broken are waiting to be fed,
then the happy day may not arrive.


4
The beginning and end
are close up views of forces and traditions
which have photographed themselves
in the odd face of some monkey
seen in a crowd
coming before our eyes
in vivid perfections
the moment we close them.
Unexpectedly, the more we look the more we change it,
reality is no longer there as a consolidation to any answer.
If nothing else
a Cosmic sadist is photographing parts of itself
preparing a table for the next meal,
where death only reveals the vacuum that was always there.

5
Looking into the thousand glassy eyes
of a monkey made mad by standing,
there is no ‘honest’ eye among them,
Special Theory suggests that.
Their tongues are full of complex treachery,
their thoughts are unanchored windows
with no frame of reference,
they are lost islands
of the lowest entropy in the universe,
telling themselves lies and believing it.
They are the fuck-wits that killed the lamb,
causing a universal bleat
that echoes forever in the monkey mind,
fore-ordained at the beginning and at the end,
to be treated as cosmic sheep,
that’s what is deserved.
Ordained to fight against the law that has no reason,
to make hay in the sun of persecution,
hunger and nakedness.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Simon 2

abstract

Hell Driver

I,d like to be a Hell Driver
Driving on the Motorway
Avoiding Blinking Cameras
Hindering my Way

mike