An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods
Kind of go mad trying in isolation to maintain a sense of humour that’s a good representation of me, so it has to be very over the top to even make me laugh, personally. I think a lot of this has gotten real weird, and there’s been no discourse, so, a discord seems valid, Lhads.
FW Version:
Here’s the deal, babydoll. It’s a podcast, right? And all deez nuts… Of authenticity, rhythm, comedic timing, humour, AND PERHAPS PASSION RATHER THAN OFFENCE: READ A PORN FOR ONCE, YOU PHILISTINE. Or, listen to this.
Arty/M*ntal version:
“cERTI mENTAL sINCE i BROKE mE pHONE sCREEN”, for many episodes. That’s a nice vibe for England. My experience, anyway. See if you can tell which episodes I mean.
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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) spurts of Originality, from a largely Impoverished, Creative. From the sterile midst of the U.K.
; 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. There’s fat there. And it’s not clear if I know the difference.
(lost dramatic weight recently, due to an existential crisis.)
"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. It’s like a kind of Autistic business model, this offering. As a gesture that need be explained to those, without such an affliction. Could call it artistic, but, what’s more likely, in this world..?
Avid Question answering may or shall commence whenever you see it fit. I’m truly spitballing ideas, rather than monkeying-out, and likening it to throwing shite against a wall. So, there’s a layer of class to all this Irish Rambling I’ve introduced to you. I MEAN, THAT IS USUALLY HOW BRITAIN SOUNDS, BUT HERE IS THE E-MAIL ADDRESS FOR YOU, 'BUDDY'. WELCOME TO YOUR DRY ARSES. Here’s that discord again:
https://discord.gg/FSHs4CAJV
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An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods
#16: THIS IS NOT A DRILL RAP ; am not that BHAD
Use Left/Right to seek, Home/End to jump to start or end. Hold shift to jump forward or backward.
Send me ____________ through my E-mail at the footy(footer // bri'ish)
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That is genuinely a tattoo I would never be ashamed to see, as an empath. But, after dealing with suicidal thoughts scientifically, socially, compassionately, and with integrity... I am willing to spare my dignity. In the name of entertainment value. At least value it at an honest estimation. "As I can fecking monetise it eventually" : Shows an honest lack of integrity. Rhymes keep coming off like a defence-mechanism of an indentured mainly-identifying-as: IRISH PERSON, with plenty more, after I spit in a cup, Like Ancestry.com's Government-whore.
"Humour does not desire wilfull ignorance. It offers it, and does not expect you to see the tragedy. We are all working at different levels as individuals. I'm personally not selfish enough to hope anybody leaves. But I outstay conditional-love when I need to." -Me.
'Stretch out an' wait - The Smiths' ; If anybody is there to be misinterpreted by people who are not doing enough, themselves... It is Morrissey. A suicide-prevention advocate of the '80s. Wish The Smiths were back together...? (I hope you do. It's my podcast. Many Artists like this Artist. Most Artists struggle with their own depression.) WISH, yet it will not re-structure flawed Artistic identity and integrity of the time... For me ; The best I can hope for, is that many people understand/try to understand another wilfully isolated individual's struggle.
Over-shares are for Mental Health Support lines... I'll use them with, or without you all. ;
Might just outstay my welcome. Windingly dignified...? THAT WOULDN'T BE COMEDY, LET ALONE FUCKING CRICKET, YOU COCKNEY FACKS(!)
Penis. Bollocks. Love. Strength. Integrity. Wee bit of necessary hatred...? Well I'm not dumb, dumb-founded, but I am a British Wordsmith, living in what we hope to call, "A progressive Society.".
"I continue to wish for it to be proven, to me." -Me.
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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.}
