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  • Anarchy for Art A3 Sketchbook Text

    Acrylic paintings on A3 sketchbook pages. PVA glued to thick cardboard. Individually hand stamped NATURES ORDER. Manifestos on the backs.

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    Overall

    Cover me in drag.
    The men will find you.

    Barter while he’s sad.
    The men will find you.

    Overall.

    A couple in the sage.
    The men will find you.

    Herb garden on the ledge.
    The men will find you.

    Overall.

    This summer
    a forum was held in booths.
    The cats above
    did stray away.

    We round them up
    and hold their paws.
    We clip their wings.
    Their only prey.

    Dilemma to charge
    the cleaners maid.
    The soil is yet
    too much to claim.

    The borders are free, with rent to pay.
    At least they vow to stay away.

    Remind me why we lay.
    The men will find you.


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    Fellow pianist

    We’re living in the read and write brigade.
    Now we’re struggling cos you don’t know how your bed’s made.

    We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.

    Fluff your pillow, pianist.
    Fluff your fellow pianist.
    Fluff you pillow penis.

    We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
    Now we’re struggling. Put the duvet on, you’ll see.

    Listing in tongue tying.
    Fluffers tiff.
    Long time.
    Get this deed.
    Unharmed.
    Rub us down when your unhard.

    Blistering in rudderless arms.

    Listing.
    Hung higher.
    Lust down in your Peso’s.
    Two pals, couple through.
    Listing when hung.
    Hide.

    Piddle starts getting drowning.
    Slips out his big johnson.
    Hung like he came.
    Understand me, he is long.

    Hung guy.

    Listing in night.
    Was bountiful and on trend.
    Hung higher unstrained, instead.

    Listing in tongue.
    Bow Wow says “He’s wrong!”
    Insisting I’m in need.
    Now Bow Wow’s pounding me.

    Now, don’t start.
    I’m hung higher.
    Listing in long time.
    Listing in hay.
    Now standing with they.
    Piston in hung higher.
    Pissed on.
    Missed her johnson.

    We’re living in the read and write brigade and you don’t know how your bed’s made.
    Now we’re struggling, to put the colour of the dog in the city.


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    Men like to reign

    A parlay performer.
    Take them to the region.
    If you don’t know, you have none.

    Men like to reign and the women are the sun.


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    Spinner maid

    I met some bail on my own again.
    Everyone you talk about is happening everywhere.
    Only looks to you when you have loads to say.
    If then no-one hears you, doesn’t matter anyway.
    Intent isn’t on a pier to hide.
    Makes you owner when you won’t familarise.
    It’s only natural.
    From old to young.
    You’re open when you’re only saying it to everyone.

    Near to sell it. Didn’t want to show.
    And then found your offer cos it’s standing at the hall.
    I’m for taking part in name to write.
    Too bad aching in her field.
    It says he’s home to light.

    Paid to bow when you come along.
    Grounded everything I need to land it on.
    I’m muted.
    Walk her down from knee to toe.
    Spinner maid.
    It’s only laid there when the bark is worn.


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    Police there

    Right there.
    You said it right there.
    They don’t police there.

    reek o reek o
    ug o ug o


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