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YouTube video by Jason Arnopp's Terrifying House Of Obsession Cancer. Twins. And a race against time 👀

Jason is fighting cancer and could do with a little help if you're able:
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Donate to Help Jason get through cancer, organized by Jason Arnopp Hello you, I really didn’t want to set up this appeal. Quite honestly, after 35 years… Jason Arnopp needs your support for Help Jason get through cancer

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My man Jason is confronting cancer. If you can help at all, cheers.

I'll post a link below.

A 1980s Ninja movie poster but the words on it say “Want Herpes? Then by all means share an ice cream cone with uncle Gary”

The image shows the text of a poem. The poem is called 'for those who sacrifice'. For those who sacrifice for horizons unseen, futures they'll never know, trees they'll never see grow, smiles on children's faces, prosperity and peace, we must remember them. It's the least we can do. Everyone makes them and not all are grandiose. Most of them are tiny but they bloom in the hearts of the ones we fight for, stay awake all night for and leave on a light for. Sacrifice requires action, no time for dreams, no rubbing of the lamp for granted wishes three. There's dishes to be washed, fears and doubts to be quashed, and egos to be lost. For those who sacrifice for futures they'll not see it's the least we can do to just remember them.

A new one #poetry

The image contains te following poem. The wind that chills my bones, that wraps me in jumpers, that rushes me indoors is the same cool breeze that I welcome on warm days. The bitterness I shun, that I seek shelter from, I welcome its sweetness when times are sunnier. When warm climes start to burn, when the tide starts to turn, that same bone-chilling wind, will we all embrace it? When the heat is on, and we long for salvation, shall we seek comfort in the wind that chills our bones?

Something I'm working on:

Moviedrome | How Alex Cox’s movie show shaped my taste in cinema… A cinematic education in leather and neon, Alex Cox's Moviedrome defined cult cinema for a generation. Marc Paterson remembers how...

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The apocalyptic movies of 1999 It was the end of the 20th century, but while we panicked about The Millennium Bug, cinema was warning us about the dangers to come...

So some of my @filmstories.bsky.social print articles are now online to read!

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Make of my choice to share this particular series as you will.

YouTube video by The Rest Is History The Nazis in Power | The Night of the Long Knives | Part 1

Don't know what took me so long to discover this podcast but it's ace. The Rest Is History:

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Thank you

Call yourself a writer Marc? #poetsonbluesky 🤪

Oh... hashtags #poetsonblusky

Good evening. A poem I wrote after seeing Ben Elton's latest live show.

Edinburgh Young adult Fiction Prize — Scottish Arts Trust For writers and illustrators of novels and graphic novels created for readers aged 12 years and older. All genres including humour, romance, drama, horror, queer, contemporary, realist, speculative f...

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My brother used to work in HMV Oxford Street and Tom Baker occasionally came in. He earned the nickname 'Tippy Tom' due to him giving tips to the staff.

An image from a film called 'The Wicker Man'. The actor, Christopher Lee, who plays Lord Summerisle, stands, hands raised in praise of a pagan God. Behind him, a giant effigy made of wicker, towers over him.

A Write to Overcome* - #poetry #poem #poetsonBluesky #illustratedPoem #Blueskypoets #ChronicPain #moderateME #ME #ChronicIllness

Can You Taste the Ivory Coast Chocolate? His tears at night dampened his wooden plank bed Throbbing bones, sliced skin, bruised back from whippings Losing count in his tenth winter, memory of the night Seized quietly in Mali’s trees at play Throbbing bones, sliced skin, bruised back from whippings Lost, a mouse with no cheese to guide, no paths back After being seized quietly in Mali’s trees at play He is driven by his fear, far from home Lost, a mouse with no cheese to guide, no paths Machete, guillotine gates, if he scurries He is driven by his fear, far from home Farming cocoa beans when the sun is shown Machete, guillotine gates, if he scurries Duplicating days climbing trees, slicing Farming cocoa beans when the sun is shown Dragging dense bags of cocoa pods, shuffling Duplicating days climbing trees, slicing A single pod placed in hand, skin slicing Dragging dense bags of cocoa pods, tussling He helps slowly moving friend, whip slicing A single pod placed in hand, skin slicing Strength from corn paste and banana eating He helps slowly moving friend, whipped slicing No gas mask spraying toxic fumes on trees Strength from corn paste and banana eating Bugs feel fumes now, his fumes compiled mildly No gas mask spraying toxic fumes on trees The wind sparsely hints him of family Bugs feel fumes now, his fumes compiled mildly Losing count in his tenth winter, the nights The wind sparsely hints him of family His tears at night dampened his wooden plank bed

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I may regret this but this app isn’t bot heavy so let’s try:

Comics friends! I have a GN being published and well under way scripting. Unfortunately the last 6 artists we have asked are either not doing work of this length or unavailable. Know anyone (ideally diverse) with availability? Shout.

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Don’t sit under the weeping willow too long, on a lonely branch like a bird without a song, forlorn with all your wonder foregone, a conclusion without an ending alone, a branch of life with leaves undone, asking yourself where did it go wrong, you know, don’t you, where you belong? Come home.

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#poetsonbluesky 🙄

trying to order a soul on walmart+

A black background with white text. A poem called 'Let Me Dream' by Marc Paterson. All I ever want to do, in truth, is daydream. Let the clock tick, then tock, eyes closed or eyes open, comforting formlessness surrounding, confounding reason, my nemesis. Let time be cast adrift the uninsistent sea in a vessel pea-green under moonlit heaven. Let me be, let me dream the only time I'm free.

This one fell out of me after watching The Art Life for the umpteenth time. #poetry #poetryonbluesky

It was the Busta Rhymes
It was the Wusta Rhymes

My local theatre is screening it this month (my birthday) and I can't wait to get the big screen experience. Love Point Break!

It does seem quite nice here. Vibes of 2011 Twitter, where you could tweet about liking cauliflower without receiving a sustained campaign of violent abuse from a pro-broccoli man who wears dungarees.

A writer called George Bernard Shaw
Thought English spelling had many a flaw.
“I know it sounds dotty,
You can spell ‘fish’ as 'ghoti'
But then it won't rhyme any more”.