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Add Maddarings 1 to 15
These are the first fifteen Add Maddarings. Oil paintings on A4 paper, hand drawn map done in pencil, glued onto cardboard I rescued from the street and painted in black acrylic. The green and red lettering is individually hand stamped in Caligo oil based printing inks. The writing on the back is done in Sharpie permanent…
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The governess
This is a song
that makes the crowd feel lull.
Makes it hard.
Doesn’t make it law.You were the labourer.
I’m the governess.If I was a girl
I would crowd this earth
with plenty of men
working their thirst.He looked down right.
Like a lowly knight.
Brow beating scum.
Gonna make s/he cry.This is a song
that makes the ground feel low.
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My head
He was the partner of his feet.
He lives in my head.
Lives at the bottom of the street.He says his partner wants to leave.
He lives in my head.
He wants to belly fondle me.
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The farmer
It was made, it was made, it was almost here.
But they cut him from the trunk.
Come and laugh at the old maid dear.
He was almost true.He was fed, he was fed, by the old maid dear.
Each hour through the night she cared.
But the farmer killed him in front of the old maid dear.
He was a farmer true.She was buried by the farmer the following year.
Her hurt he never knew.
Come in died, then you’re in tide.
I would rather anew.The end.
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Wind blows ravaging time
Wind blows ravaging time.
I can hardly make up my mind.(Abstract sounds for chorus.)
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Goat tap
A sub-illiterate and thrown a, not a single bone.
A man can read.
When the mountain said, it said “Go tap!”
“Go tap to it.” he would agree.Dealing in his Goat Tap.
He would spring in to it on his own.
The mountain said “Don’t act stupid!”.
Kid said “It’s started, mustn’t it now breed?
I’ve only seen an adult tap for phones,
whereas I would do it on my own.”Kids all got in to this Goat Tap.
A fire really spread across their knees.
The poor little donkeys have no children.
The Goat Tap is now declared disease.
Children get it in their knees.I only said
“Go back to the dinner room!”Big Titty was alive.
And he rode out jagged on his own.When the mountain said.
Where the mountain said.
He said “Go back to the dinner room!”
Edgeworth Johnstone 