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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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Fleeting contact

Do a shop

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“Do you keep [this blog] up to date?” Do I what.

XIII 76-79: Swedish Goblin Carriage, c. 19th C

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Skritches from trip to Sweden with the good XX. One exhibit centred on a brilliant young Swedish painter [who’s name I cannot remember] – she painted her own aging decay as increasingly abstract,… Continue reading

XIII 72-75: Fictitious effective yet polite rebuke

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– of course, sometimes, you realise that you’ve your headphones in, but are not actually listening to anything. Less frequently, the sad black chord is not even connected and just dangles erratically between… Continue reading

XIII 68-71: “1 across: indefinite article (1)”

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Concepts and what-had-you for preceding poster’s successor and predecessors: Sideproject in an Daingean, 2012. It quickly became clear that designing graphics is totally different to “drawing a thing”.

XIII 66-67: Festival Smell of Boiled Soil

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RSM: I don’t know what the deal is with my phone.

Two can play that game

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Dilaphosaurus: choose to believe.