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Last night there was a well attended gathering at Du Pont Circle in Washington DC. Many faiths, ethnicities and ages all came together to remember those who had been massacred at their school desks in Peshawar the day before.

Candles were lit. Heads were bowed. Tears were shed.

The memory of those murdered at weddings and in their homes by drones and by death squads danced round the edge of…

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DC with Pakistan.


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Last night there was a well attended gathering at Du Pont Circle in Washington DC. Many faiths, ethnicities and ages all came together to remember those who had been massacred at their school desks in Peshawar the day before.

Candles were lit. Heads were bowed. Tears were shed.

The memory of those murdered at weddings and in their homes by drones and by death squads danced round the edge of…

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DC with Pakistan.


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Last night there was a well attended gathering at Du Pont Circle in Washington DC. Many faiths, ethnicities and ages all came together to remember those who had been massacred at their school desks in Peshawar the day before.

Candles were lit. Heads were bowed. Tears were shed.

The memory of those murdered at weddings and in their homes by drones and by death squads danced round the edge of the memorial.

All the innocents have value and all were joined in hoping for a better world for those innocents who remain.

Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.


He wakes up. There were no dreams again. A black hole where his dreams should be. He watches Keenan Thompson shivering in a shirt in the rain. He watches Andy Samberg gurning into the camera with his large mouth. Andy Samberg will one day eat the camera but it will be funny and everyone will laugh and Andy Samberg will look confused but in an endearing way which will make his fans love him all the more. Dr. Dre is doing very well for himself. He is very rich. Even though Apple took his company bought it and then crushed it. Such is capitalism. Expansion and destruction. There is more bombing. There is more war that isn’t called war. Everyone knows that it’s war but no one calls it war because the leaders have decided not to call it war. It is amusing and it is sad. There is talk of politics and ESPN and the NFL and power and wealth. There is a toad on the rain wet driveway. The toad is not moving. It may be crushed by a car later in the day. The rain bounces of it’s back. He drinks a coffee. He thinks about Love and Sadness and the Penumbra of Death that halos every living thing. There is waiting. There are many maps spread out over the large tables. Neat lines drawn hid the chaos. The orderly geometry hides the chaos. Except the chaos is not hidden. It struts round in plain sight daring anyone who cares to stare it direct in it’s blackhole eyes. It has many eyes. The NFL is losing the optical war but it doesn’t care because it makes a lot of money. There are loans to be paid. There are debts to be paid. He reads writing advice from David Mitchell. It includes the advice that writing is a good thing to do if one wants to be a writer. This is good advice. He tries to take it. He is told to take things for granted. That the is oil. That there is no oil. That there are genetic manipulation booths. That asexual human reproduction is normal or it will be or it was that the comedian is the vampire owl of the art world. There are bowed heads. It is morning but already people are weighed down by the day. There are turncoats hidden everywhere. The French won The War of Independence. David Hasslehoff brought down the Berlin Wall and ended the cold war. Pharrell Williams bring Iran into the fold of Western Hegemony. King Pharrell. Pope Pharrell. Emporer Pharrell. A silver fox is caught for funneling school children into a prison system that he made with a friend. He is sent to a prison but the system remains the system is vibrant and alive he was a necessary sacrifice a bad actor a bad apple a one in a million nothing to see here move along no problem with the old white haired men the criminals who legalize their crimes the villians who make the rules for themselves and the rules for everyone else. He goes to sleep.

Valentine’s Lesson #1: Objects = Love (As is Tradition.)


Be My Valentine. Or Buy these artisanal products to express your love.

Nothing says I LOVE YOU like buying things from my store.

A candy tin... of love

A candy tin… of love

A t-shirt... of love

A t-shirt… of love

A mug... of love

A mug… of love

A tote bag... of love

A tote bag… of love

A throw pillow... of loveA throw…

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Valentine’s Lesson #1: Objects = Love (As is Tradition.)


Be My Valentine. Or Buy these artisanal products to express your love.

Nothing says I LOVE YOU like buying things from my store.

A candy tin... of love

A candy tin… of love

A t-shirt... of love

A t-shirt… of love

A mug... of love

A mug… of love

A tote bag... of love

A tote bag… of love

A throw pillow... of loveA throw…

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Valentine’s Lesson #1: Objects = Love (As is Tradition.)


Nothing says I LOVE YOU like buying things from my store.

You will not regret your purchases.*

A postcard... of love
A postcard… of love
A necklace... of love
A necklace… of love
A canvas... of love
A canvas… of love
A throw pillow... of love
A throw pillow… of love
A tote bag... of love
A tote bag… of love
A mug... of love
A mug… of love
A t-shirt... of love
A t-shirt… of love
A candy tin... of love
A candy tin… of love

*you may regret your purchases.

Horror Scope – Virgo 19th September


Remember the last time you had sex? That’s the last time you are ever going to have sex.

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Horror Scope – Virgo 10th September


Do not be afraid of making a big mistake today. By the time you make that big mistake you will have already made so many small mistakes that your life will be ruined beyond repair anyway.

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Appetite for Distraction – Just Love.


A friend shared this video with me this morning.

So I thought I would share it here.

Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again.

Justin Fox, Zen Garage

[Courtesy of Zen Garage.]

They met again in 2010.

It is beautiful.

I have watched it three times already.

I have cried three times already.

But in a good way.

Appetite for Distraction – The Power of Context.


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THERE IS NO LINE BETWEEN TRYING TO WIN BACK LOVE AND STALKING WHEN YOU FAIL TO WIN BACK LOVE.

Appetite for Distraction – It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time.


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A SURPRISE VISIT BELOW YOUR BALCONY FROM SOMEONE WHO BETRAYED YOU WILL NEVER BE WELCOME.

Culture of Illusion – Advice for the Winners.


OSCAR WILL NOT HELP YOU.

NAME CHECKING A SPURNED LOVER IN AN OSCAR ACCEPTANCE SPEECH WILL NOT WIN THEM BACK.


Happy Birthday from your Stalker.

I know it’s your birthday today

But I know you don’t want me to call

So I took your last text message you sent me

And changed the meaning so all

The lines are opposite:

Thank you for your gift

It was very thoughtful.

It all turned out just as you hoped

I want us to be together forever

It was the perfect gift at the perfect time

I’m so alone without you 

Please keep sending me love letters.

Happy Birthday

I didn’t mean to turn love into

Stalking.



Happy Birthday from your Stalker.

I know it’s your birthday today

But I know you don’t want me to call

So I took your last text message you sent me

And changed the meaning so all

The lines are opposite:

Thank you for your gift

It was very thoughtful.

It all turned out just as you hoped

I want us to be together forever

It was the perfect gift at the perfect time

I’m so alone without you 

Please keep sending me love letters.

Happy Birthday

I didn’t mean to turn love into

Stalking.



Snow heart on Flickr.

As the day comes to an end let us here wish you a cold heart to keep you warm as you go to bed tonight, whether alone with your thoughts, or accompanied by your solitude.


Snow heart on Flickr.

As the day comes to an end let us here wish you a cold heart to keep you warm as you go to bed tonight, whether alone with your thoughts, or accompanied by your solitude.

11. Me without you.


A diver without an aqualung,

A paedophile without the young.

A camel with no hump,

A boxer with no thump.

A clown without any fun,

An American without a gun.

Strawberries without cream,

The BFG without a dream.

Communism without Marx,

An underwater adventure without sharks.

Christianity without the philosophy of Greeks,

The Welsh stereotype without leeks.

A monk without a cowl,

An archaeologist without a trowel.

A Catholic without the guilt,

A Scotsman without his kilt.

A gun without a bullet,

An 80’s pop star without a mullet.

Sex without any sweat,

Rolf Harris without a vet.

Santa without a reindeer,

A pervert without a leer.

A war without deaths,

A tramp without meths.

The Psyche without the Self

A ninja without stealth.

A widow without a shroud,

A mushroom without a cloud.

Four horsemen without an apocalypse,

The Queen Mother without broken hips.

Jack without Daniel,

An aristocrat without a spaniel.

Hercules without tasks,

Balls without masques.

The police without crime,

Coleridge without a Rime.

Muslims without jihad,

Addicts without rehab.

Gaffers without grips,

Fish without chips.

Roman Emperors without insanity,

Fair without the Vanity.

Haunting without a ghost,

Sunday without a roast.

Christmas with no suicide,

A playground without a slide.

Meals with no eating,

The Olympics with no cheating.

Pull without a Force,

Death without a horse.

A storm without the rain,

Fisting without any pain.

Silence without peace,

Pain without release.

An Italian without a scooter,

A six-gun without a shooter.

Depression minus the manic,

Start of the century without the Titanic.

A sniffer without glue,

Is like me without you.

A foot without a shoe,

Is like me without you.

Caged animals without a zoo,

Is like me without you.

Sapling


She is standing before me in

Some wretched sharp-boned pose. Dreams shift-

Ing light pierces translucent thin,

shrink-wrapped skin. Her glorious grin

Dispossessed by fraught, frightened eyes.

Now, with thoughts obsessions first

Caress, each part of me that dies

Sees another path; the less cursed.

Stumbling in my own dark, bleak cor-

Ridors I fiercely hunt in love’s slow,

Impotent style after hope or

Hope’s trailing, tragic shadow.

Conversation


I don’t know if we can be friends anymore, I said.

Oh, why is that? She said.

Well there’s a problem, I said.

And what is that? She said.

I love you, I said.

Oh, she said.

Oh, I said.

Oh, she said,

Again.

I said oh again, too.

We had both said oh twice.

I have ruined our friendship, I said.

No you haven’t, she said.

Yes I have, I said.

I don’t think you have, she said.

Oh? I said

Do you love me? I said.

Does it matter? she said.

It might be quite important, I said.

Do you want to know now? She said.

If you wouldn’t mind, I said.

I have to go, she said.

Oh, I said.

I took that as a no, I said.

Oh, she said.

I just don’t…, she said.

Are you going to go? I said.

She didn’t say

And then turned and walked away.