The more you ignore me, the closer I get

I always used to think this song was about an embittered ex, stalking his former lover. But I now realise that it has a wider remit: death, disappointment, the ego stalked by a hungry, braying demented id(iot).

The squalor of the mind.

Closure

"Look. We don't believe, we fear."

"Following the work of Martin Seligman, many psychiatrists now characterise depressed people as suffering from Learned Helplessness. Seligman's theory arose from the observation that dogs which were repeatedly given electric shocks over which they could exercise no control became listless and helpless - in many ways like depressed human. Studies of normal humans also revealed that they became helpless if given no control in experimental situations and he hypothesized that people became depressed as a result of being placed in situations where whatever they do makes no difference to what happens."

(Oliver James, Britain on the Couch, p50)

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(In the collection of Richard McCabe, London)

Take your time, hurry up

Apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves

God is hate

IFN: all you need is meat

Listen to God's Song (Randy Newman)

Could this be the answer?

I suppose it all depends on what is the question.

Time's tide will smother you

IFN: resetting my public image

See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad