Michael Richard Weatherley now dead
5 years ago, on the day of… , in the county of……,
maliciously damaged an oak tree there growing
knocked the maximum sentence or
cordoned scrap my die-sinker I say sorry
you revel in & say imbibe the venal breads
imbibe the plans are ready
& imbibing the builders fingers ITCH deathcharts
on a Sirius rising to a wretched polymer
solemn oath price phthalates
as it foils ur cavity barrier &&
crowns a civis of pulped Celotex.
Paradice Kingspan lawfully by finger blocks
grille to purge pavements in yr hidden walls are
[illegible] [illegible] who recorded sentence of death
wrong in the first instance, & now they thought to benefit by their own wrong:
calling upon the House to screen them from the consequences
of their late violations of the law, merely, as they stated,
because they had been protected from such consequences before!
on a narrow purge panel opens inward
allow rapid ventilation
—whether or not the persons were subject to ill treatment—
O within Planning policy targets as coloured opaque glass
from the inside plagued by pigeons
finger blocks window strips
lord lord the bottom line is the bottom line profits!prostrate beneath everything AT ONCE;
make us regret the day that ever doomed us to dreadful shrieks
& horrid cries, but dare not come out.
make Notting Hill Genesis happy
I am Dear Sir
Most truly Yours
Gentlemen engorging this principal client fund DV4
A snapped up sub tenure in a skyline of cutpurses inferior crimes,
& THE JUDGES thought a letter dropped a FF175BP fridge-freezer
that nothg can be granted on winter oranges swilling blood snaps
a pawnbrokers bough Peter John, O.B.E J.C.B affordable rent over the road
& so we must work closely with local enforcement authorities
& the glass in my eye hurts, like full of sand.
Splinters. Webs.
Well trained insects.
We crawl away, towards the hall, & lay still.
The canopy has suffered from impact damage from objects
being anti - socially dropped from above.
Tsk tsk tsk Get Living Now
were made, of the building, their fire rubber truncheons
Was narrow. Just around our heads.
flat on your belly. Up the stairs
‘You must phone the Army, to have them
repair the window, tell them that I am not
doing anything! . . .
‘Did you hear the Army radio ?’
Mumbles unconnected things. Looks
me in the face as if he didn't recognize me.
Keeps clicking away, stops, looks around with
a blank expression of te r r o r & the light in which I now stand a ‘crown’ of tapered pilasters
& a ring of perforated Ritblats to eclipse the Father
& very soon a need will set you all on Fire
& you Promess that need itseff will send them too Hell & Hall ove you too
& if you don't thay will send me word in the course ove of day
turn my hair in for your charitable interference militia
&c &c &c
Family Office Club-#1 Largest Family Office Association
& Ultra-Wealthy Wealth Management
so I returned, &considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun; &behold the tears of such as were oppressed, &they had no comforter; &on the side of their oppressors there was power, but they had no comforter.
stretchformed &decambered
small pieces of bone BLEEDING
OUT OF STONE
The public realm areas of the undercroft
&service yard will be transformed as part of these proposals.
A new ceiling &lighting system will brighten the space
& conceal the numerous pipes & cables mounted to the soffit.
The garage doors will be replaced with glazed shopfronts for the new offices.
The existing louvers in the opposite south facing wall
The Bins area will be screened & new paving to the shared surface
will extend up to the entrance
A zinc composite rainscreen cladding is proposed to the upper levels.
Zinc has the advantage of being a self-finished natural material
that will not corrode or weather as a coated finish eventually would.
It offers a clean appearance, crisp detailing at joints & an attractive dull lustre.
It is not sufficiently robust to use at low level
so a combination of dark brick & new high quality concrete facings
for Jamie Ritbalt end the decidability of some numbers
clear some mouths of words
seal life on needless pins in footholds
light itself greyed twice
the slogs of your necktie beat inwards to you
'life' is sick, retreat in cinquefoil rusticum jus
steadily worse I close up inside
where life’s hasp flares out of anguished
indictments & talk of encroachment
beat myself inside a botched rebel twixt
I remain dear Sir
Ever yours faithfully
