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The sun shines down on me.
Twenty Two years ago the heavens collided.
And eveyone was happy.
And those who weren’t.
Fuck em.
Constant state of being
Not any time soon.
I’ll probably be dead. And even then I’m not sure.
The Drowners
The Ghosts of the Ghostly Gums
Sometimes your gums will hurt.
Stylish Young Mount Pitt Bird in Snow Leopard Coat
From it pays to work with me. Happy Birthday Kate.
Poor sick kitty.
Plaiting Puss
So I have an exhibition next year at the end of August. I thought I’d post some things from my last picture party. Expect more of the same I suppose. Sorry.
Potted friend
Nicholas Beckett Visionary 