Ella the Generous

Dont tell me that Chip the Wolf didnt have a serious breakfast problem, that he didnt kick until Pete the Golden Nugget man paid for his rehab

Ruined washing machine in a field in front of a refuse skip. It is labelled 'Mandy'. Never have I felt more seen or aptly represented by a metaphor or environmental storytelling.

She's me. I'm her

FAGS [fagz], FAGGS, interj. adv. A cant word of affirmation; in good faith; indeed; truly.
Shakespeare has: 'I' fecks' = in faith, in Winter's Tale, act i. sc. 2, where we see the word in process of abbreviation.

Accidental 90 minute non-verbal murder mystery/breakfast/workout themed clown routine

Looks like Asbestos, tastes like it too! But its a breakfast cereal!

Storming the Reichstag and unfurling an enormous, blood-soaked banner on the roof that reads:
"Liberal Democrats - Winning Here"

Who Vicar's the Vicar?

Another 6 tins of Dog Oil to the trans women front

Im imagining a 1:1 re-creation of Whitstable in the server, complete with harbour, oysters and castle-coot bird sanctuary

Okay so it turns out I actually have an honest to god fetish for gun oil

7 times in a row

Oh fuck did you see Ben Mendhelson? Its 5:30am and im covered in dog oil

BRING BACK ASBESTOS

BRING BACK ASBESTOS

The book 'War is a Racket' by Smedley Butler, who wrote with first-hand knowledge and palpable disgust on the interventions of the United States in Central and South America in the first half of the 20th century

Hell of a day to be reading Smedley

Hour 7 of the car journey and im weeping while trying to explain the story of Gilgamesh and Enkidu to my brother

In 1982 this was called the Graham Gooch week.

So it turns out ice hockey is fucking incredible wtf

Every day you should boof some Aquinas to keep from thinking too hard. Now I'm chemically incapable of challengenging ideas and happier for it

Midnight cricket gang loves Josh Tongue

Josh Tongue

COURT FAGGOT [koart fag•ut] sb. This seems to have been the name, anciently given, to the best and choicest kind of fagot.

Admiral Augustus 'Ching' Lee, in full uniform gazes in either interest or disgust over the side of his vessel, a pair of binoculars hanging around his neck.

"Admiral Lee had never seen such bullshit before"

I wish all my central European transexuals a happy trout

Ella wears the I heart Sodomy hat whilst being possesses by the spirit of John Raveman at the lighting desk. My lungs are broken from Asbestos, all is well in the world.

With Submarine school finally over, I can finally be readmitted into the human race.

One of my favourite Plastyks to date. My hope is immeasurable and my day is bright.

Furthermore: Bring Back Asbestos

Youve been to top school to learn ASW

A depiction of Ella's wayward soul. The assistant robot from Microsoft Word for Windows XP. What does he know that I don't? What does it mean to be a dom or sub? What are we searching for here? I went beneath the sea to my find meaning and have been rewarded with an unstill spirit. Who am I? Furthermore: Bring Back Asbestos

The third week of submarine school comes to an end.

I am changed. The taste of air frightens me, I look people differently now. Unknowable anticipation has made a home in my heart. I have taken the first steps in a new world.

I think, maybe, I understand subs now?

I must speak with John Raveman

I have been brave enough to manifest, will you be brave enough to find me?

Ella lays in the hammock in the sick bay, she holds her satchel of issued estradiol. All is not well. Suspicions grow as to the true purpose of sub school.

Day 11 of submarine school. Ive come down with a terrible fever and been sent to the pharmacist's mate to recover. She insists that oestrogen will make me more compliant in future procedures.

Im starting to feel pretty suspicious about this whole sub school, ive not seen a single boat yet.

F:BBA