Well I've had enuff bleeping fun for one day.
I'm going to bed.
If I'm lotto lucky I won't wake up.
Otherwise I'll see ya around.
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You're on a roll again Uncle!
ReplyDeleteGreat to see your posts!
Get some ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZs
Well I do what I can...wish I could post my fucking Angels like the old daze...aw well. To bed...be safe comrade.
ReplyDeleteI remember your books being available in Amsterdam a long time ago. I think also in a couple of bookstores in the USA. I fear those days are gone forever.
ReplyDeleteNot forever, but this era yes. Fear rules.
ReplyDeleteI awoke this afternoon with an email from my family lawyer asking me to remove the post with my drawings. Even though censored. I called her. She was very concerned for my legal liability, and physical safety.
Well that didn't take long.
later I heard from my sister...my only family now. She asked me as well. I was moved by their affections, and concerns.
I decided to do as they said.
I made my point. I did what I felt I had to. This in memory for my friends who also worked in the printed arts. That a few lines of ink could stir such emotions sez what we have fallen into.
I took it down a few moments ago.
I had intended to do so anyway, but just not as quickly.
As you know a few times a year I post my old drawings. Some going back to the 1970's...over 50 years ago.
However yes I do take them down after a month or so. Posting them was just my way of showing the flag however briefly.
I wept later.
This for the fearful ugly times we have lived into.
Where feeding the homeless in many places is now a crime. Where voting is now more, and more restricted.
One must weep because of this.