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By Hole Ousia Posted on July 3, 2017November 23, 2017

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I could
equations of emotion
Who on Earth needs natural daylight!
Youngest sister of Rabbie Burns
Agapanthus
Beliefs
We have gone from . . .
the strongest bond of all
The other record shop
stories in pictures
He owned a harbour
“Programme will help identify potential suicide victims”
A tube or twa of impure NEON
What we had that day was our story
D’YE KEN
I wore my life on my skin
Mince and Bollocks
BEATON
Catterline
Mimrikin
Sleepy
Shieldhill: a forgotten Kincardine village
Sweet Home of Catterline
“The Defeat Depression Campaign is not a useful exercise”
“Glossy Campaign”
in harmony
a gentle gardener
Mossgrove Christmas
our UNSTOPPABLE progress
unspeakably gorgeous
‘To influence others by offering money’
starlings
“Promulgating therapeutic recommendations”
G O L D B E R G S
What Price Depression?
VERTIGO
old gets new life
The Godwits Fly
unanswered
FOR THE PEOPLE
ARTIFICIAL ILLUMINATION AT ITS BEST
“Attacks on antidepressants”
Kilbirnie Radio Cinema Bingo Hall
mausoleum
‘A generation in crisis’
mountain top
The amazing feet of Sandy Mackie
sandstone unicorn
Mass prescribing
Among big men, he was a giant
BENZEDRINE
because what mattered were the stars
outside
“Can no longer remain silent bystanders”
“Will open the gates of Hell”
Government School of Design
figurines
Fail-you-never
The summit of Ben Nevis
Checking their moral compass
Depression: pills and dependence [a timeline following a letter in the Times]
she was light itself
Uncle Feedle’s fourth kind of vision
death day
migration
space – body – other – time
The Buchanite Delusion
‘He pulled on the ropes with utmost gusto’
A humanising sense of creativity
Puts self-preservation before all else
Destroys it’s reputation for integrity within days
The ‘Chemical Imbalance’ Theory
They fell for us
Big Ted [his time is now]
Braes of Doune
I N S Y M P A T I C O
I see it feelingly
Remembering Ian and Malcolm
“BP profits more than double”
“Warm and welcoming to all”
Mind that child
at sea
Land for the people
Mr Perpetual Motion
Wonderful life [ASTROV]
BREAKOUT
Losing you
He wore his life on his skin
Y E L L O W
uncommon life [lonely boy]
gaps
The Highland Hotel Robbers
Firrhill High School
CEEFAX
Tinkers’ Heart
“Wearing yellow won’t keep children alive”
marvellous madness
the hushed town breathing
No natural light
Amateur Cine Enthusiast
The answer is
No sense of [no sense, nonsense]
Proposed plan for Bonaly
‘Proud to say’
the Defence of Scotland
Kinema takes the biscuit
a magic circle of circles
f o o t p r i n t s
belonging
Take you back
Faery Bridge
pinkle-wonkery
The Hotel Porter told me
pictures of you
The House of Lessendrum [what love means]
ASTROV: scholarship might have to reassess all sorts of certainties
Heatherbell revisited
‘SIBERIA is home to’
‘SIBERIA: Live, laugh and join’
after glow
remembering you
tomorrow unknown
odds & ends [revisited]
The pestling of the Hippocratic oath by a market-driven world
“No body was found entire”
uncommon life [purely anecdotal]
More of a journey than a gateway
If we seek to understand each other
as if it were the only thing
Pipes and flowers from Balmoral
all the tired horses
NORTH ROAD
WHO says:
Business is booming [Porter’s Bell]
Business is booming [‘Just honest-to-goodness NEON’]
Business is booming [favouring the narrative controllers]
Business is booming [‘Half of all Scots’]
PROXIMITY
‘I see it feelingly’
Throwing hats up in the air
i n f i n i t e
“the boundaries”
The next station is ANGEL
Direct your energy into your creativity
‘like watching a movie that can never be paused’
the art
Go firmly to the window
‘The Car’
The constant tug between nature and civilisation
SCREAM

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