Of all places, right? Of all places
felt nostalgic, might delete
well, sometimes I go out by myself
and I look across the water
and I think of all the things, what you're doin'
and in my head, I paint a picture
I wanted to add more but there's a word limit
hahahaha
but enough of my good points
I am not above such things, but am not crush material, due to being old, dull, plain, odd but not in the sense of charmingly quirky just in the sense of odd, sexually repellent, and as charismatic as a hessian sack in the corner of an abandoned shed in the abandoned garden of an abandoned house
I do indeed have freerange, happily roaming pink-cheeked stalks but they have eyes on the end of them hope that's not too weird 😬
of course I would
you don't have to use their ridiculously priced red trousers food, just steal their recipes and use normal stuff. I can send you some rhubarb in about a week if you like
if you want to get what the packet kind of hints at I recommend that you make this
I live in a glass house, you tell yourself. I live in a glass house. when has THAT ever been a bad thing
and now it is Very Dark outside and will be for six months, also it's snowing, you tend the peach trees, but only feet away from them, the snow banks up, wolves pass by, ever leaner, ever nearer, as the winter drags on
like, aaarrggghhh, right?!
like what if you lived inside the subterranean avoid-the-aliens city on the album cover of war of the worlds whilst simultaneously also under one of the doomed domes of silent running, spinning through space forever further away from the lifegiving sun
really struggling to put into words the curdled mixture of envy and extreme anxiety that this has elicited in me
All exquisite works
you looking for someone who gets things fixed, at all?
finally, I, a simple, impoverished, and totally unconnected man, with barely two estates to rub together, can lift the boot of oppression from my windpipe and write of my True Opinions and Feelings
hahahaha
dear god though the painful accuracy of this frame. the tone of voice, the angle of arms, the self-satisfied complacency, the peevishness, the self-regard
Workers in the asparagus line at Harvest Foods factory in Melbourne in 1957 (photo by Wolfgang Sievers, National Library of Australia)
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my-oh-my what a wonderful day
I'll find the video I am basing my claim on hold up
ahahaha hooray \o/
classic Blinkinsopp, what an absolute ledge
really don't be at all tempted to change the water, I'll have set the salinity just right