dolores666's photos with the keyword: Resist&Bite

Yes, they float indeed. Sometimes with great difficulty. But they persist. And so do we.

Thoughts can, sometimes, with a bit of luck and the right conditions (and sometimes the wrong ones, alas), become actions. Let us think the correct ones and see what happens. The tide seems to be turning and although toothless and probably ephemeral it’s better than the proverbial wet kipper. PS. Manolito, the Hardy Perennial Alien, has temporarily emerged from his anchorite retreat to endorse and encourage the two little Croydonian fellows in their endeavour. He’s aided and abated by the Perpetual Peon wielding the Sacred Crikkitt Bat for good measure. Have a spiffing week.

aka Bleak House. aka. The Shape of Things As They Are, given the astronomical all-pervading levels of sheepishness and laziness. And may Bumba have mercy upon our wretched tired souls.

Belated greetings card for International Women’s Day. Go for it, girls. Give ‘em hell!

On this day 75 years ago all sort of things happened, I’m sure, but not many that are actually of any interest to me unless I was into tubeless tyres and American drummers, which I’m not. So, on the whole the most interesting thing about 11th May 1947... ç'est de m'hi voir. There. Now I’m off to prepare the authentic Russian caviare canapés (for the Shubby, the Mi-Go and the local moggies, who like caviare) and to polish the cocktail shaker. The Cagnolitos of Tindalos have promised to bring me a distilled pan-dimensional, bend-free, incisively-angled liquor that's guaranteed to make me see beyond the Wall of Sleep and restore my equanimity (a little dented by the enormity of actually being three quarters of a century old). Au revoir! Have a spiffing rest of the week, a massively wonderful weekend and a long, loving and resplendent, clear-headed life. Love, red rags and un po’ di mu’. www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XoAJ98PbDM PS. An apology of sorts to all my pals, contacts and kind folks that are still talking to me. I’ve been very remiss about checking your stuff. This is not due to lack of caring but to the fact that energies are extremely constricted, of late. I will be back in action soon-soon...I hope.

Generally I avoid “Days” like the plague but sometimes is nice to make the odd exception. Here’s one. This is for all the mad, bad and dangerous to know brave girls wot will take to the streets tomorrow to tell rancid masculinity what is what. A las barricadas, quillas! Por la sangre derramada! Que se enteren los casposos! En la calle de los Muros han matado una paloma. Yo cortaré con mis manos las flores de su corona. Anda jaleo, jaleo: ya se acabó el alboroto y vamos al tiroteo. Federico García Lorca www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcexu5LSM_E And for the sheer hell of it.  www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDv2tmHip_E www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzF47R_LnEg

The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living. Karl Marx There never has been a greater need to swim against the current, to dissent from the norm, to resist and build barricades against this crushing, seemingly all-powerful tide of Crapitalist rubbish that’s engulfing the world at this moment in time. We must really, truly and categorically wake up from this muddle of a collective nightmare of dead traditions, outdated values and rancid doctrines. Else we (not the planet; the planet will be all right in any case) are surely fucked and then is good luck to the rats, the bugs and the tardigrades. ‘ere, ‘ave un po’ di mu’, to encourage your resolve. www.youtube.com/watch?v=BP-aYdhHwro www.youtube.com/watch?v=-srLjMRjoVI