The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
….it gets harder to breathe.
…….to get some help.
….too far for me.
…….there was supposedly a kind of street fair organised in my neighbourhood today….
…..but all it seemed to be was turning over the street solely so people can get rat arsed.
That’s not a festival.
I have the honour of contributing to the latest Cat Party #9 Zine put together by my zines friends Katie and Joe, way on the other side of the planet. Copies are available from here
……and drown me. I don’t swim. I walk.
….to cry to now.
….in my nest of hair.
Magpies have been given a bad rap. They are our friends. We are the enemy.
….but people are almost compelled to do the opposite of what you ask.
So when I say I want to be left alone, I don’t need anyone coming up and asking if I want to be left alone.
Saint Beckett 