Smoke clings to Abraham as his fingertips trail over the uneven stone wall of the old bakery. The coppery smell of blood rather than bread makes his...
Rage does not go away It turns outward or inward Rage does not go away It creates hung-faced horrors of us all Rage does not go away It roots itself...
I used to get hot flushes when I tried to talk to any beautiful girls I'd been at school with. I used the 15 pints and I was ready to roar, rather than the Erazofuge. As I got older I tried cutting down to a reasonable 12 pints. But I had to up...
tragic, like you I don't have an answer. Poverty, not morals is the key. We use the latter as a scapegoat, a standared practice by, for example, Jenhovah Witnesses to get a foot in the door, is to say how much worse the world is getting. They've...
I kinda remember decimilisation A penny carmel became tuppence. Sixpence became two-and-a-half pee. But at my age, mention pee and immediately I need to go to the toilet. Can't say I was moved by John Lennon's death. I'm with you on the-yet again...
I never sing in the car as somebody might be listening and it might well be me. Singing in the bus is entierly different. Nobody wants you to sing. But you've a constitpishinable right to pish everybody off.
Whatever the question was, the answer is absolutely. I'm no music man. I don't know any of those artists. But Bloody Mother Fucking Arsehole. Absolutely. Absolutely. Absolutely.
I understand your pain. Although, of course, I'm too busy understanding my own pain. I'm reading about contagion and infection rates and mathematical modelling. Books are like that. Well, not mine. Or not yours. But we can only hope.
ah, superpowers. I'd love one
Posted on Sun, 08 Sep 2024
ah, superpowers. I'd love one, but the price is too high.
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I used to get hot flushes
Posted on Thu, 28 Mar 2024
I used to get hot flushes when I tried to talk to any beautiful girls I'd been at school with. I used the 15 pints and I was ready to roar, rather than the Erazofuge. As I got older I tried cutting down to a reasonable 12 pints. But I had to up...
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tragic, like you I don't have
Posted on Sat, 01 Dec 2018
tragic, like you I don't have an answer. Poverty, not morals is the key. We use the latter as a scapegoat, a standared practice by, for example, Jenhovah Witnesses to get a foot in the door, is to say how much worse the world is getting. They've...
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don't worry about it. always
Posted on Wed, 14 Jan 2026
don't worry about it. always great advice If you don't worry about it, there's really something wrong- with you.
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I kinda remember
Posted on Mon, 05 Jan 2026
I kinda remember decimilisation A penny carmel became tuppence. Sixpence became two-and-a-half pee. But at my age, mention pee and immediately I need to go to the toilet. Can't say I was moved by John Lennon's death. I'm with you on the-yet again...
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thanks TJ and Vera and Insert
Posted on Wed, 10 Dec 2025
thanks TJ and Vera and Insert and Turlough as you know without readers, we don't really exist.
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Well both could raise the
Posted on Fri, 14 Nov 2025
Well both could raise the dead, or you'd die trying.
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I never sing in the car as
Posted on Sun, 02 Nov 2025
I never sing in the car as somebody might be listening and it might well be me. Singing in the bus is entierly different. Nobody wants you to sing. But you've a constitpishinable right to pish everybody off.
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Whatever the question was,
Posted on Wed, 05 Nov 2025
Whatever the question was, the answer is absolutely. I'm no music man. I don't know any of those artists. But Bloody Mother Fucking Arsehole. Absolutely. Absolutely. Absolutely.
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I understand your pain.
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
I understand your pain. Although, of course, I'm too busy understanding my own pain. I'm reading about contagion and infection rates and mathematical modelling. Books are like that. Well, not mine. Or not yours. But we can only hope.
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