I love the silence. I live mostly, in silence. But the problem with silence is that it has voices of its own.

Woke this morning to Caravaggio street casting a new composition from behind a Canon camera, reminding me that the youth have no feeling for beauty.

Trump reminds me of that stubborn unflushable shit stain which clings to the porcelain below the water line.

It's dark tonight.
Even the light in here is dark.
I love darkness.

Everything's so much easier in the dark – easier to pretend things never happened. #dark

In the desolate backwater that is the human experience, some things lift us above the gravels of the earth and the creatures in the field.

And today, that something is reminiscing about 'Agnes', my lost work of #art.

The #ReformUK voters I know, don't have enough brains to bail water out of a boat.

Dropped the soap in the shower tonight. Nothing happened.

Sense is anything but common.

#FuckTrump

FUCK THE POPE'S FUNERAL.

Woke this morning to the strains of 'Hellogoodbyehellogoodbye' in the outro to 'Across the Universe', thinking about the Muslim maidens of North Africa, forced to express their forbidden passions, through a secret code of love knots, woven into their rugs.

FUCKED: THE POPE

Still looking for little ways to save the planet?

If you've done a No.2 - try a No.1 flush first. If it goes - you're quids in. If it doesn't - another No.1 push should do the trick. Because 1+1 = 2.

Canny equation to save water, money, and the planet innit

Keep it Valerio #DualFlush #tip

Pfft. I think you'll find a vegetarian smoked sausage and pease pudding sandwich with a twist of black pepper, is just one of the myriad of things which are finer, Gus.

Bit short-sighted of you, frankly.

When a nation built on a dream becomes a super power - a world leader – it’s very dangerous if that nation believes that its dream, is the only dream.

No other nation on this planet has divided its allies and its enemies more consistently than the USA.
#FuckTrump #PoliticalValerio

Closing another chapter in my long-awaited, eagerly-anticipated autobituary, today.

Working title, 'Agnes' - it's about #art theft and raises important questions about 'love'.

Woke this morning thinking, even though I grew up in a relatively secure environment where I was rarely, if ever physically alone – surely I’m still allowed to don the mask of a recluse, to adopt the guise of a deeply discontented man, whose self-perception is that of an outsider.

Remembering Jamāl Aḥmad Khāshqujī (13 October 1958 – 2 October 2018)
Howay the lads. #NUFC

Last one laughing?
No thanks, I don't.

Woke this morning finely chopping a bunch of flat leaf parsley with a pair of heavy duty scissors, thinking about breaking commandments, not laws.

Woke this morning wondering, if I dig a hole and then dig another within it - how many holes have I dug?