An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods
Much like a Dating Profile of mine, I am doubtful of the true costs of being part of some people's Community. What Agenda. Why must we engage...? Alas, most problems are caused, escalated, exaggerated and Calculated by engaging with near-enough anything. Why bother now...?
Good Question.
I am trying to bring Irreverence back, in the vain attempt to become at least... Heard. As Pitiful as that sounds, I'd rather not even have that from you for what it's worth, so that just shows you where I BLOODY STAND. Hopefully that example can express that I'm able to be more self-aware than some Comedic-Voices. That'll be a string in my bow. GUESS WHAT ELSE?! WHO LIKES IRONY! Bit sickly, but there's fucking loads of it, as I LITERALLY LEARN LIKE RAINMAN, MYSELF/my 'isms, and all we absorb within our Lifetime period. Maybe I ought to avoid phrases like that if I want you focussed, and honed-in to me. BUT, without engagement, we know bollocks and fuck and no less, just merely bullshit, so we all need some light/thought/another white-washed Bri'rish los(n not v, am not an emo joker rip)er, with a difference. NO. GAMING. CHAIR.
; W
hilst I make myself maniacally laugh, I've brought in a Microphone, and probably copies of things (not carrot top, but 'slyly' ginger in sunlight) that make me laugh, or to build upon in an attempt to share some (probably frail in your own shite opinion) bars of Originality, from a largely Impoverished/Out of work, Creative-Waste. "Waste...": I adopted that word/phrase (I already knew the word for objects, or rotten food) when I felt I was myself, and the S fights the M ; Forevermore discovering, uncovered idiocy, that frailly encapsulates my passion for Art, Humour, and.. clearly an (in)eminent element of what I don't understand. All running through me, like Wagyu-fat. Just... 25% fat content. Porky, porky, what a malarkey. Doesn't rhyme. Waste of mine. Time, fine, over-the-line. Half-rhymes hit, some of the time. More syllables, but less of what's mine. TIME.
(lost dramatic weight (/+wait to my sex life) recently, due to an existential crisis. Lovely to grieve, even in the bonds of love. Already losing my sense of humour.)
"This guy's rhyme is a waste of my time. I feel unsettled, but, then again... I believe in Ghosts." -A review I made up
"Actually.. Not bad." - Has been the general sentiment when I really offer original ways of creating humour to others, when it works- for them too -, when other times I'm immobilised by depression. I bring boasts of adolescent wonder at 27 years old, as I've been (in my opinion), an aspiring Comedian my whole little hole, life. (pBPDoe)
Avid Question answering may or shall commence whenever you see it fit to deem me worthy of recompence(/"pounds and eskimo pence") I MEAN, THAT IS USUALLY HOW BRITAIN SOUNDS, BUT HERE IS THE E-MAIL ADDRESS FOR YOU, 'BUDDY':
sermonofdoubt996222diddlyi@mailfence.com
An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods
#10: You're a boring cunt... make you a/our Monster/Master
They did the mash, and I don't want to get mashed for no fucking reason anymore.
Withdrawal syndrome is acting up, and I'll warn. Not everybody has the time to listen to what and how I think, but, since you truly do not know me... Get fucked. Please yourself.
Title is a Dead Kennedys referral. I'd say reference, but I'm trying to express myself, and not get grossly misinterpreted by a nosey careless cunt with 0% heart or experience. People get pissed off, and pissed on. No services are good enough, unless you help them to help you, help yourself, and THEN YOU GET FUCKING BORED AND COME TO REALISATIONS OF YOUR OWN.
True love awaits. Boredom fascinates. Lies occur consistently. Not from "this" autistic cunt though. Any fellow members of the Neurodivergent community? Speak with me, and mistrust me. It's instinctual to defend yourself. But if a noise complaint causes someone to regress to the missing link... MISSING LINKS CAN ACTUALLY THROW A FUCKING PUNCH. AND I DO FUCKING MEAN THE SCIENTIFIC MISSING LINK. ASK IF YOU DON'T FUCKING GET IT. COMMON FUCKING DECENCY AND RESPECT. NOT MERE VIOLENCE. You mere and insincere: cunt.
I'm living good. I'm loving good. I just say when I feel vile, and move-on. As should humanity.
Taking self-defence classes. Not like a woman. More like the woman from, "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo", in my overcooked fucking stewing brain.
Nobody's fault. Nobody helps. But I've people who sincerely love me now, and I wouldn't ruin that for the world. The conditions break, from time to time, and love is a much greater law to abide by. That would mean the world is moreso designated to misinterpret me, to save Gov.Funding. Well... I'm LOVING all the PIP. DON'T STOP NOW, GOV.BABYBITCH
cHjEERS
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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.}
