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paul singing his li’l heart out..
BLACK WATER
original paul songvid thing

I have been writing my novel, which is so exciting i made my cat throw up last chapter I finished. Um… I spun her around saying “YAY!” too much. so i haven’t been painting anywhere near as much as i like to. (I’ve also been realllllllly sick. oh well.)

I am slowly adding more work – paintings, drawings, pictures of red shoes with cat vomit on them…
but since i have been a bit ill of late it has lessened my paintings-per-week somewhat.
. grr. “Bring me a bottle of vodka and a six foot pencil. I want to get drunk and draw on the ceiling.” Beckett said but it doesn’t work like that and there are no scantily clad girls either.
Not that that is relevant but it would be nice.

thank you everyone for the huge, huge amount of support!
and for not setting me on fire (those who found me .. obtuse or other angles that they found offensive, when i went away.)

and here is my PROFILE

P R O F I L E by P a ul.

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I write stories and songs, sometimes poetry (eventually started doing this again after having given it up at 14 to leave more time for masturbation!)Here’s a song written played sung and recorded by ME.
DARKLING
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i paid for an aptitude for bits of the arts with a general and wide ranging ineptitude when it comes to normal human tasks. “Oh well, what the hell!” sang Mcwatt (this is from catch 22; which remains the best book in the universe. if you feel the same way email me and i will MARRY YOU. Or. Err. Buy you a muffin.)

I read a lot. Weird big historical books through to comics. The best reason to live forever is to read everything that has ever been written. And then start again at the bottom of the pile. Ok it’s pronbably not the BEST reason but it is NICE reason and I am going to leave it there. I am. I like it. So. Nyah.

Apart from painting I have a side-line in cat straightening – an uncommon skill that i learned in a dzong in Bhutan. One day I hope to have a young apprentice and the balance of straight cats in the universe will be in perfect harmony…
(i am still grieving over the loss of SPG – Special Patrol Group, my Burmese cat full time compatriot and best friend. she would follow me round the house and sit on my shoulder when I went to the shops and… oh man. getting sad again.

I did eventually acquire another cat; a purple Burmese by the name of Obi-wan.

and…
whatever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might. for there is no wisdom, nor device, nor work, in the grave. wither thou goest.’
LIVE BY THAT QUOTE.

i do. or try to.
email me on pauldrobertson@hotmail.com

and my home page (which is almost 350 pages now) is
www.pauldrobertson.com:
http://www.pauldrobertson.com/”;

my songs are on there too!

  • Age: 41
  • Joined: March 2007

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HISTORY OF MADNESS FINAL

They whispered in my ears and I listened. They kept me awake and sometimes it would sound exactly as if dogs were barking by my ear, and my name hissed over and over to me as I began to doubt. Never acquiesced never ever gave in and began to believe in the hardness of breathy hallucination only that I was worth nothing a fever of trickery swimming through think stinking mud holding pain like it’s…
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HISTORY RANT 4 - MANIAAAAAAA

“WHATEVER THY HAND FINDETH TO DO, DO IT WITH THY MIGHT. FOR THERE IS NO WISDOM, NOR WORK, NOR DEVICE, IN THE GRAVE; WITHER THOUGH GOEST.” / bible, ecclesiastes. / the text is one of the two quotes that i live by. the other, from the more respectable source of mr emerson, is about my work… yes. and my life also i guess. yes. / “TRUST THYSELF. EVERY HEART VIBRATES TO THAT IRON STRING.” / i went thr…
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HISTORY OF MADNESS

PART THREE. I should add before i paste MORE of my history rant, that my life is NOT like this any more. on december the 20th it will be the anniversary of 10 years without a drop of alcohol; though the bipolar got WORSE after i was straight. which i thought was just fucking UNFAIR. / Since then… well in the last year i have gone on dexamphetamine sulphate (known as dexadeine in the US;) a…
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SKETCHING MADNESS.

THE NEXT BIT. please write back if you can. it is hard to… do. to post this. / I started drinking one afternoon was sure I didn’t go out or see anyone but woke up in a pair of dirty women’s underwear. / I was at a palatial house with a goddess and threw up in her spa. Don’t know her name I don’t think I did even then. / Winters were the worst always lost and drunk and cold alway…
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