XIII 165 – 169: all your own creation; and it’s mocking you

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“Of all the absent Lines, Leprechaun are one of the few to have flaunted The Summons on practical (baggage restrictions) rather than ideological grounds“ Advertisements

XIII 161 – 165: quack me up

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Faces of cousins C and K from one of our early skype conversations; faces, aeroplane arm rests, and a worker glimpsed patrolling the borders of wakefulness. I may have imagined them, but perhaps… Continue reading

XIII 155-156: not through feat of feet alone

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cuisneoir colossus, candlehat and some forgotten suggestion, abstracted digression. Reference material might be one of the most important consumables one goes through when making things / doing the stuffe. Say what you will… Continue reading

XIII 153-154: did cause that by landing

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As of an instant, colour and content. I won’t lie: Sometimes I space out the content in posts. You may play cards and understand when one holds back one’s hand. Mr Hoyle has… Continue reading

XIII 149 – 152: totally called it

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M and I went to body and soul: M dressed as a glitter vector, I as a cardboard bear. Observe concept. How flattering to one’s ego. Bunch of stuff: R Kiely, M FitzG,… Continue reading

XIII 145-148: just a kind of ..opaque fact

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congratulations: brother and his excellent lady. an island? a distorted, contorto-neck, sans cranium but mit elbow. Love’s lips, glasses. pizza: secure delivery. a dead chick, found. refinery practice. The wonderful MOL (apologies). Aaaand… Continue reading

XIII 141 – 144: Charlie’s 7

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Getting food, getting along, getting the Dublin grit upon my craw.

XIII 137 – 140: pins, needles, paperclips

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XIII 134 – 136: burping away there

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well, who knows if these are the pages advertised. There’s a system

XIII 130-133: lets agree to disagree on this one

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  remind me to pick up burger buns and booze.

XIII 125-129: grid applications

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Mirror mirror.

 XIII 121-124: best skittle is all the skittles

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XIII 117 – 120: preemptive discourse / telescoping high tension combat pencil

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Spiders. Top left a relic snuck out of hallucinatory sleep, now totally forgotten. RHA trip, just about. We’re on the wrong side of the tracks.

XIII 113 – 116: they drive him _mintel_

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He knew it dwelt in the tunnels still, but could not bring himself to see it. Only an unfurling outline, against the wrecked station. Quick trip with M to the Crawford Art Gallery.… Continue reading

XIII 107-110: kicking in the sunbeams

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While I was doing the top doodle at right (a tree), some wretched person was breaking into my mother’s car and stealing our possessions. Thus although it’s a rather poor sketch, it was… Continue reading

XIII 103-106: going to need a bigger cup

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XIII 100-102: nine day outlook

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In an appeal to Success’ dour shrine, small offerings to the wardens of Familiar Ground. The sensation of feeling lost suggests you’ve set off in the right direction. Flame cyclist; traweller’s mighty control.

XIII 96-99: DOOM – SPIT

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, we don’t forget

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  Did you see that last post, where the words “it’s a drawing, a day, of anything. Draw-count increments upways in a biweekly manner” somehow allowed themselves to be written? Cue diatribe, prime vasodilators left… Continue reading

a.m. I right

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In a move that is nothing at all to do with NY’16, it’s a drawing, a day, of anything. Draw-count increments upways in a biweekly manner. Tonight catches up the last three days.

XIII 92-95: It’s one thing to get a shitty €5 battery for your phone

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Imagine spending your life in a factory that makes shitty €5 batteries for phones. That one, I cannot. Meanwhile, C is for coral.

XIII 89-91: Ancillary ski deployment

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What if we just

XIII 84-86: What tiiime is it

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I forget how I used to do this. Some sort of grim broth of concepts. An older couple, asleep on one another, aboard the train. And those martello towers – what are they… Continue reading

XIII 80-83: Croque Garsún

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