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This week, I assume I'm going through withdrawal, because it's been fucking difficult to come up with fucking ANYTHING -Until I begin spilling the liquid diet from betwixt my lips.

Plentiful is the oddballs that encompass who I am. Fairly poetic, that. As all of that sort of rubbish is subjective. Made ME cry. And as a man of 2024, I feel embraced by the integrity to funnel out some of the vitamins and minerals that were once proud to line themselves within my digestive tract. You're... welcome.

However, I'm ungraciously accepting of any feedback whatsoever, that isn't standardised practices of mundanity, as we are all accustomed to. So, any shite-talking is welcomed, under the surely innaccurate banner of, "Fan Mail". Unlike the comedy show I turned up to be very accurately tarred with the derogatory term of, "wanker", at - I'll most-likely be able to let it go. Like greasy dust in the wind. Or dust in the wind, that tastes vaguely of salt. Quite a guilty treat of mine.

And, if any of this isn't to your liking, or, to your liking, then I'd like to cordially invite you to quench your thirst for yet another demanding internet personality's attention, and engage with me. No pressure. Just be my fanciful fiancé, and bathe in a seemingly empty pool of engagement. IF YOU LIKE.

Share this, if'ins that's something you'd be willing to do. You have my explicit blessing. All in good, if not entirely perplexing fun.


Have a lovely day. Slán.

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I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

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These are for these moments when you cannot wriggle free from the comfort of English voices.
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Why the fuck did he bring out something to be pre-ordained to be censored
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Life breeds something of us Gen-Z's. Mostly not coming out to the masses. #Not in a gay way...

Millennial's*

But if it were, I'd want it to be overtly thought-about here!

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}

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I did say, "ONE". Don't get greedy, now.

After a month-long hiatus, (due to deciding to relinquish any semblance of life in favour of smoking bud), WE. ARE. BACK.

In all honesty, less schizophrenic than before, but, still equally doting to the idea (spawned from great rappers) that schizophrenia is a positive, or at-the-very-least, an interesting element to someone's personality.

I thought I wouldn't talk again, and I was resided to a place within the depth of childhood, where I felt talking was useless, or unnecessary. However... no. I've satiated my social-anxiety, by showing up on-form. Thus, curing my Autism and simultaneous Mutism. (What use would mutism be, for an Autist, who thrives upon the spouting of utter bullshite, bollocks, and gob-shitery...? And contrarily to the amount of respect others have for politicians... What use would my therapy be, if I was self-satisfied at home. Smoking pots. Feeling braindead...). ANYWAY, enough depressing fucking rhetoric. Hope you enjoy this.

I AM OBLIGED TO SAY IT WAS A BLARST.

OBLIGATE YOURSELF TO ENJOY. Especially if you've been dreaming like I have... Much like women in the 90s who were more uptight as a standard of being downtrodden by misogyny (didn't even know how to spell that word just-then, so... Olly Woods: Friend of Women. You're welcome, you ungrateful bitches.), I didn't reach orgasm/could not concentrate hard-enough to... "completion". And, I'm a bit of a completionist, so... That was a damn-shame. Also, I'm gay-now. All confirmed by Reddit, Quora, and some other terrible website that should barely be trusted.

Hope all of you who feed my childhood symptomatic neglect are doing well.

Love you. And you're also gay-now, if you enjoyed reading that. AM NOT - DOUBLE PERSONAL PADLOCK JINX. Now you HAVE TO, be gay-now. Sore luck and etc., Pal.

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"I never thought to say this originally, because I wouldn't like to lose myself in a Social-Vacuum-Esque Hellscape.

Purely if you think I have something to be understood, or anything of value...

Then, and, only then.

Be a Fan.

I'm opening up the idea of conversational ramblings. I think I'm naturally born reactionary, but instilled within silence. Don't be silent...? I'm a rational Human-Rights advocate, and I create my own kindness adverse to systems of Politics, wherever possible. However I'm Just not a fan of Tories. Irony, however... makes me look at Hugh Dennis differently. Like a Human. Not a Toffee. Or John Cleese. Or countless other wealthy Artists I, "couldn't possibly", relate to."

{Poddy e-mail address coming soon.}