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
#14: Multi-faceted incorrectly perceived Twinkle-Twonkoloid (hop u gert it)=(like in a text)=(knowwhatimean?)
I know it isn't appropriate/overly-wise/not-risky to piss off charming-date-rapists such as Dapper Laurghs, but since I'm part-Cockney... I feel I've got a reverse-racism-esque right to.
"Xharming" fucking Bully...
Just as a very personal and intimate note to my ex-HEADTEACHER, it really genuinely and sincerely helped me, for you to tell my parent that you see that I'm a, "Lad", as well as clearly in reciept of intelligence. Looking back... That charming exchange really helped me grow as a person, and I'm very grateful. A lot about my old High-School changed hands very quickly, but you inspire me, through aligning and seeking greatness out of very "underwhelming"(at times) "results", from me. You're a, "Good Cop", to me, R. And I partly say that because there’s zero chance she’ll listen. It’d be nice and worrying to be wrong in retrospect however! It’s not a wide net.
As Tupac said..., "DON'T GET IT TWISTED", "BITCH". Really peed me off, that has.
And as many Artists in reciept of great intelligence, and in pursuit of greatness say... "Don't show off so fucking much, and do your fucking work, you stupid fucking knobhead, YOU'VE GOT YOUR FUCKING EXAMS COMING UP, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!???? (*CAN'T TECHNICALLY REMEMBER IF THAT'S TRUE FOR YOUR CLASS, i AM OVERWORKED AND UNDERFUNDED*)". That was kind of implied throughout.
Perhaps... t'weren't money, she t'were t'wafter... t'were twat. (A persona, that needs encouragement, love... AND PUSSY AND DICK, BUT I'D SETTLE FOR PUSSY SINCE I'VE ALREADY GOT A COCK, AND I'VE PRACTICE WITH PUSSY/PUSSY-PRACTICE (you'd generally hope at 27 - mainly that that wasn’t said.).)
Goodbye, AND, in any capacity: Thankyou sincerely, I'm grateful for the supportive intent, but Human-Connection is a tricky-fucker to get into bed... so-to-speak. Soooooo = 2 slep. By downloading this, you’ve invited and invested in my stupidity and eagerness to please (intermittently when it comes to no comes and podcasts).
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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.}
