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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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Elves in the reeds
We are the elves in the reeds.
We all follow you too deep.
We are all brothers in the sand.
We are man, young man.
We are the ripples in the stream.
We are feral. We are feral.
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Naked hand
I wanna write a song in the manner of the wrong guitar.
Rabid in the sand with a naked hand.Hand.
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Broken dogs
It reminds me of your broken dogs.
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Vicious type
Reap out the air with fog.
Reignite in time.
Not too deep unless it isn’t long.
We have sound. Lips down! Don’t give up her seat.
You let us down. Reignite. Scent round up.The vicious type.
The lab.If I am a suspect, call her.
Squealing in the sack.
Doesn’t matter to you, about the fog.
Cover breeds its fun.Slowly we’re fogged out.
It licks men. It acts.
Shout “Paddy fields, let’s out!”
It’s better to find my own.
Has it been sown?
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Find me a husband
Find me a husband.
The men are dying everywhere.
Find me a husband.
Women are crying in the square.Find, find, find, find, find
Find me a husband.
The men are dying everywhere.
Fine her, rescind it.
The cheques are flying everywhere.Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
I broke her on a tree.
It faded back into the bark.
Worn by soldiers fountains.Her marks spread everywhere.
He came alone. Increased his shot.
The maids devotion.Climb me a mountain,
and let the Sherpa’s find the teat.
Milk me a nipple.
I saw the snow caps turn cream.
Edgeworth Johnstone 