#9: Import it Tonight

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03/31/24 • 37 min

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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.

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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."
{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}

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#8.5: comedy -SERIOUS- comedy

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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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#10: Cosy Cabinet Broad'

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Thought that mayhaps this could be a new name for a Broadcast? Even when it's about as broad as a Ham-radio with me at the steering wheel. I mean... I've never felt what it is to be depicted as creepy and lechy in terms of being a Lorry-driver. And that reputation is surely offensive... coupled with the, "I've never driven cross-country iced out of my atmoshperic coil with large-freight"-jokes... or the near discriminatory concern. Due to all that ice in your veins.
Today's episode is pretty mild. I'm wondering if I might work out some vague editing skills, I could cobbled together compilations of thoughts lost to a lack of delving into the moment. Pains me... but then-again, it is actually indeed hysteria when they're no-good too. I'm slightly gravy-bummed. Fire playlist I can't show you for copyright reasons.
More to come, I just need to Torily oust my neighbours. And work out what that expression means. Oust is just what Posh people in Britain buy...? Who-knows. You WON'T find that here.