#8.5: comedy -SERIOUS- comedy

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03/26/24 • 4 min

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Just being frank, here. Some truths emerge within Arts, and I should think we would all be mature, adult, responsible people. At least... That's who I'm aiming for.
Drama? Why not plunder nothing to show, into the minds of the international public, who come to the Edinburgh Festival for the Performance Art and the Food! Or go to Drama school, if your Dad's the correct posh/wealthy for this day-and-age. Or raise a genuine and sincere charisma... that gets washed away in a University course...? That's for unpopular school-children in their 20s...?
Judge it. Tbf, I could've, should've, and would've done more. But THIS PETULANT LITTLE FECKER, didn't reap the reward entailed within glory. Seems to me, it's much-like house training a puppy, but it's just you talking to genuine people, assuming they need piss rubbed in their nose: If only but to learn.
(I'm kind of a ponk-betch.)
Still, listen to my rotten soul harp-on. Then assume Jonny Rotten truly is.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.
Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...
Then, and, only then.
Be a Fan.
I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."
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#7: Innocuous Podcast

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THAT Neamhchiontach Podcast #7
I'm not one to blow my own fecking horn or anything at least wherever appropriate, as my solemn duty to afflicted lives I've been touched by, and feel I can relate to.
Plus, to be transparently honest (which might be smart, and might not be) I already blew off exercising, recording this tripe.
However, Comedy aside, I would expect you've heard/seen/got better Comedy you could be enjoying, so why not just fuck off...? The disengaging stares of strangers, become the faces of those you can claim to personably understand, and light pours solely from your own blood/pores/holes. I know. I just don't ever feel I've agreed upon impressing people in their own way, who display 0 love, respect, OR knowledge of who you are, what you do, and how long you might listen before you FUCKING LAUGH.
tHANKYOU eVERYBODY, fRONT loVE tO THOSE WHO DESIRE IT. (MIGHT DELETE THAT BIT LATER ON. IT HAS NEVER BEEN FUNNY TO RECIEVE NONSENSE jumbled letter texts TEXTS FROM LOVED ONES WHEN THEY'RE PISSED. THAT'S SERIOUS. Unless it's your Mate, who's also a "bloke". (I'm not being like Tate'ey there... swallow your vomit. To be fair, though... I'd be sick. Let it drop...? What's more kind, and... 'side-on'...? (not like fucking from't side, just offensively attacking sincerely damaged righteous views, set by an egreigiously unscrupulous, dumb-cock, intelligently-sociopathic, agenda-drivenly, evil, narcissist... that'd be pretty 'limp', to act-out, with any amount of money... I'd never be proud of THAT LIMP CUNT('C' was used in irony there) *sweats*) More like... Make sure you look after loved ones with concern: regardless of gender. Etc. Because it's so hard to appear concisely innoffensive, and you wouldn't read the News, eh...?)
Getting overstimulated now. But I'm not yet entirely disgraced by my words, via how I present myself. Not. Yet.

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#9: Import it Tonight

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I'm never going to dance again, wailing, taking,: some more rhythm.
Nary shall I dance again... because sometimes in lower moments I feel if I were that bad, you would've broke my legs. NOT to plant any seeds... The internet is crazy.
It's all an act, and a viscious cycle. Who knows what flows from a bored and conscious mind of dramatism, and poignancy. Or... Boyne... Boy... Nancy.... (say it phonetically? was that a poetic technique? Or am I going maduntal? Overdramflapperiffic??? SAY THAT IT IS SO.)
nary may I write to whom it may concern, breaching my poorly concieved thought clouds (of varying smells), BUT THIS TIME IT IS SERIOUS. STOP WHAT IT IS THAT YOU ARE DOING.
"I CRAAAAAAYYYYVE ATTENTION" - 2013.
A quotem. Lost. To the scrotum.
I'm afraid I've too much to lose.