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
#5: More breaking down over sui decidedly bad thoughts
Nobody's fault that we are all depressed.
I am genuinely sorry that anybody has been through what I have been through. You'd be looked at by those who have no experience, and that I do not wish that upon, as if they are mediators of my own doubts about life itself... Well: You have no decided quality, until something sincerely analyzed as, "Humankind", is believed to be seen within me.
Nobody cares.:
Some-fucking-times. I genuinely want to put a stop to it. If... you could hazard to attempt seeing that bond within a stranger, then you couldn't save a life... Don't patronise a strong ancestry. Don't feel the need to correct others who have been hurt. Don't insult their intelligence by misunderstanding their values, through as shite a perception as your own. As soon as I feel good, recently, I feel entirely alone as I've been motivated to feel, up until this point!
Tragedy is not enough to rest upon, and Comedy is a thin blue line between anger, and sadness.
If people want war... You won't find it here. Just a manically depressed, trigger depressed, bi-polar, and intelligent man, who does not need these thoughts. But, desires a serious change within the world as he sees it. I think within the regulations of others... I must tell you that you cannot correct my truly, and embodied pain. Nobody sees it. I just wish they did.
I've nobody, and that is feeling ever-unlikely to change.
I'll always love my entire family, and this note is just a bog-standard-note.
The poetry that crucifies my sense of self, admires much less than you realise.
Art is alive.
Many friends are already grieving.
Few good bonds are left for my romancing, solid, cold, soul.
However, I'd never give up if you showed me the pumpless-mass within your ribcage.
low self-esteem energy
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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.}