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by now you should have figured: it's easier to satirise an everyday British civilian with a radio, than it is satirising a British politician with a sense of rhetoric and no Poker skills; instead viably all cleavage with piquant punctuation, zesty with a protruding ah... an opera in glutton minor - (never the colon preceding italicised re-) *meine land, meine land, die land alle meine land die land von Strauß - die land von fett walküre - gott ist tot: diät ist boren*. it is easier to it's easier to satirise an everyday British civilian with a radio, than it is satirising a British politician with anything than politics - as assured with deciphering the enigma or the British relations musicology speaking relating to the continent with that one favoured spy / messiah: Hændel - i.e. the one admirer of Liszt that turned to terror tactics and broke the pianist fingers in hope of the pianist never wedging a Cuban cigar between middle and index; love is such an oddity, it can make jealous men love by hating into a choking joke.
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
radio poem no. 6: BBC radio 3 at 02:37 a.m.
by now you should have figured: it's easier to satirise an everyday British civilian with a radio, than it is satirising a British politician with a sense of rhetoric and no Poker skills; instead viably all cleavage with piquant punctuation, zesty with a protruding ah... an opera in glutton minor - (never the colon preceding italicised re-) *meine land, meine land, die land alle meine land die land von Strauß - die land von fett walküre - gott ist tot: diät ist boren*. it is easier to it's easier to satirise an everyday British civilian with a radio, than it is satirising a British politician with anything than politics - as assured with deciphering the enigma or the British relations musicology speaking relating to the continent with that one favoured spy / messiah: Hændel - i.e. the one admirer of Liszt that turned to terror tactics and broke the pianist fingers in hope of the pianist never wedging a Cuban cigar between middle and index; love is such an oddity, it can make jealous men love by hating into a choking joke.
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Aug 4, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
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