I write a lot of pish in these postings but and it’s a big BUT, I try and give some guidance and an idea on our thinking and reasoning.
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Week 349 – Feet Coverings, A Wish On Mr Coopers Sexual Technique And A Recipe For A Burn Worse Than Thrush.
I need to thank Leila for the last two postings. She stepped in when I was a bit preoccupied.
But you have no such luck today folks as it’s me again.
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Week 346 – Beasties, Beasts And No Pressure There Then!
Here we are at Week 346 as another seven days slope into the distance.
I really do appreciate when these write themselves.
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Week 344 – ‘Do You Want Super Sex? If It’s Aw The Same To You, A’ll Huv The Soup’, ‘No! No! Don’t Open The Door, Snake Hips Cotter Will Slither On Underneath’, And ‘For Everything In Life There Is Always A Beginning And An End. This Is The Tough Part, The Most Difficult Thing Is When You See The End Coming.’
First off I need to apologise to Diane for having to set up a posting with the longest title ever! (Are you taking that as a challenge Leila??) They’re all quotes, the first two are difficult to find but the third one, the one that really does get to me is there and can be found.
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Week 342 – Being Bawless, Being A Statement And Being A Paedo Protector.
We try to be as transparent as possible.
And in doing so, we need to address some common themes / problems / issues / irritations that keep coming up.
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Week 340 – Legends Never Die, The Only Advert Worth Seeing And Alternative Words For Actual Events. (Allegedly)
Here we are at Week 340.
The year is flying by.
It won’t be long now to those dark endless days of the end of days.
Listen to me being all positive!
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Week 337 – Adult Warning Is All Your Getting, Repeating Like A Radish And Where The Fuck Is A Rip Tide When You Need One.
I find it weird how alike we are and how the same mistakes, attitudes, attempts go from generation to generation.
For example, all babies try to walk on tip-toes first. Either that or they are craving to be taller. And sorry to give a reality check to disillusional parents, it doesn’t mean that your kid is going to be a ballerina. It has more chance of being a crack addict or some form of prostitute.
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Week 335 – Antagonism Counts, Coubertin’s Rings And Horse Shit Is Never Plastic.
I follow on from Leila’s excellent Week 334 with the not surprising Week 335!
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Week 333 – A Maiden Amount, Some New Traits For Samael And Patches Isn’t Just About Dungarees.
Here we are at Week 333 – Half the number of the beast.
I realised that I didn’t know why 666 was the number of the beast so I looked it up.
I’m none the wiser! It’s a bit complicated.
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Week 332: At War With Reality, and The Apocalypse A to Z
At War With Reality
I like to create an artificial sense of order. To achieve this I write a To Do List everyday. I neither accomplish nor consult the thing after I make it, but the act of creating a To Do List and peeling it off the pad and sticking it to the wall behind my monitor temporarily places me in control. It makes me feel like I’m doing something; that I am in charge.
I write my daily list on one of the dozen or so multi-colored sticky pads that may or may not have at one time been inside the office supply closet at my workplace. I use one of the fifty or so black “Precise Rolling Ball” pens that may or may not hail from the same source as the sticky pads to write my To Do Lists (used to do them in a fine point Sharpie until the supply dried up). I take heart from the pastel squares of Great Deeds to be Done accumulating on the wall like coral. Many have given up the stick and have fallen into the slim space between my desk and the wall, down amongst the spiders. But looking up at those which hang in there gives me the artificial sense of order that I crave.
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