Hello, my dear…
The sun has risen…
I’m sitting in silence listening to the airwaves…
Magic radio is in my price range…
There’s many ways to enter the devil’s domain…
Piracy is a skin condition so I’ve heard…
Injections to make you thin…
Added bonus you get scaly skin…
Scurvy, me hearties…
No, my dear…
Keep your needles and quick fixes…
Celebrities and influencers…
Kids born on youtube…
Raised to make the kids at home feel inadequate…
Desire nothing but an artificial life…
Crazy if you were to ask me…
I had a dream a few nights back…
A young man appeared in my painting…
Tuned into channel zero…
I don’t know…
How do you think he got there…
Everything is energy, my dear…
Frequencies…
We were having a conversation…
About what I couldn’t hear…
Upon waking I started painting for an hour or two…
Guess who turned up…
At first I did a double take…
There he was…
Hermes…
At the bottom of the top canvas on his hands and knees…
Looking down at the canvas below…
Taking a good look at what’s going on…
I turned to get my camera…
When I turned back…
He was gone…
All that remained was his hat…
Feather and all…
Dragged off by the ankles into the underworld???
I’m positive my shadow will reveal all…
Bring the subconscious into play…
What was that…
Melt the golden calf…
Bring wall street to it’s knees???
I’m preparing to enter the month of fasting, my dear…
Hopefully when time slows down we can have a proper conversation…
The painting is to be sold on completion, my invisible other…
InshaAllah
My soul is priceless…
The painting has already chosen its owner…
The devil had better gather all his stolen wealth…
I’m a massive supporter of doing the charitable thing…
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