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they called me jackanory: VI
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DEATH OF CHARLIE WILLIAMS. THE LICK OF IT. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Saturday, 25 January 2014. ANDERS WOLFENDEN AND ALBRECHT DIEDERICH,. Ought there be something remarkable. Imbued in the circumstances of a Great Artist’s arrival, some indelible-stain of a conception, a solar eclipse of a birth? Or maybe not something so biblical as a guiding star, the Massacre of the Innocents and the glitterati of Magi: yet, there ought to be be something, yes? One might like to say that Anders Wolfenden is remarkable in d...
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they called me jackanory: December 2013
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DEATH OF CHARLIE WILLIAMS. THE LICK OF IT. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Friday, 20 December 2013. 10998;EXTRACT 1.1. IST GEBURT GIE UMKEHRUNG DER TOD? Ist Existenz wie das Paradoxon der Henne und dem Ei? Kann Mann entkommen Endlosschleife seines Daseins? Warum hat Leben so unerträglich geworden? SCHLIESSEN SIE MICH BITTE ZU ANDERSWO. DAS INSTITUT FÜR KAPUTT GEDANKE. AND YOU HONOURED GUESTS FROM. THE ROYAL ACADEMY OF DYSFUNCTION AND THE AVANT-GARDE. 8212; DER K. ÜNSTLER, DIE GOTTHEIT DER MARSMENSCHEN. They are ov...
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blah stint: December 2011
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THEY CALL ME JACKANORY. THE TV ATE ME. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. The Human Resources Consultant. The stink of gut oily fish on my redundant father, wasn't so unlike the stink of oil-smut and steel he used to carry home. Home. Work. They must be kept distinct - one cannot impinge on the other - it, it would be impossible - yet, they make this mistake, endlessly. It's the young that get. Looming large, larger than before - home colossal. You can insure against 'redundancy' - you can. There are.
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blah stint: The Knackers
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THEY CALL ME JACKANORY. THE TV ATE ME. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Bought with some effort that seems always to outweighs its recompense - earned. Not the puff flattery of the wages they balm and buff the arsecheeks of the City with - earned. Earned. It needs me dead. There are those it wants to subjugate - to enslave. There are those who are them. Those with the weight to bear down on everyone else. And there’s me - us - those who are unusable. I am of no use to them now, I’m spent. I like people. Enjoy th...
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they called me jackanory: The Death Of Charlie Williams VII
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DEATH OF CHARLIE WILLIAMS. THE LICK OF IT. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Tuesday, 9 October 2012. The Death Of Charlie Williams VII. 21:36 - October 13, 1962. The coppers gave him a seeing to, choked they that couldn’t bring charges. Of course. 8212; Tsk. What would I say - you did your work, you left when your work was done. How do I know where he goes when he’s not getting paid to do as I say? Is there something you want me to have said? Are you confessing, Robert? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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they called me jackanory: Death of Charlie Williams IV
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DEATH OF CHARLIE WILLIAMS. THE LICK OF IT. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Tuesday, 29 November 2011. Death of Charlie Williams IV. October 14th, 1962. Flamingo Club, Wardour Street, W1. Can they no just bury it in The Flames? Shake a tail-feather in amongst all the other fancy birds, or listen - find a crib space, poncho of dark rum about them, and lose it all to The Flames? Is attempting to hold his brother back, take it outside. But Lucky. To be transported, given an elsewhere that's better. Mick lives out o...
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they called me jackanory: The Death of Charlie Williams V
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DEATH OF CHARLIE WILLIAMS. THE LICK OF IT. A GREAT BLOODY WAVE. Wednesday, 7 December 2011. The Death of Charlie Williams V. Ink, text is just unstable. It's is no excuse, the writer must attended to clarity of meaning, of plot and of ambition. 11:10 - October 13, 1962. Flat 16, Naish Court, King's Cross, London. That you, boy? The latch. Come on, then? I want to lay eyes on you. I can bloody hear you! Invisible Man, you're not. What's it been, overtime? What you got left? Long as you've got your room.
