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She was only 15, no boyfriends yet At a family gathering their eyes first met Now Rob's not shy, with plenty of chat So he gave her a call and they never looked back. She went to Cambridge to get her degree So every weekend, so did he. When that was all done, what's next to do? No more travelling, just me and you In a cottage in Framsden made for two With ferrets and fish and a couple of dogs Oka cooks happy meat while Rob chops logs A veggie garden appeared for a spell A few came up, but the weeds did well. Some chickens arrived and did their thing Then so did the fox to commit his sin. Now Rob loves his hobbies, it gets on her wick When he's in his shed fiddling with his welding stick. But life is quite settled, time passes like this Living their version of unmarried bliss. But something is missing, the feeling grows She thinks to herself, will he ever propose? Then leap year comes round, with it's extra day That was her chance to have her say Rob knew it was coming, he took the day off. She said I want to be married, now don't you scoff! But Rob wasn't scoffing, he said now I'm sure I do love my Landie, but I love you more. That brings us right up to this special day We all wish you well, we all want to say May your lives together be happy, healthy and long May your love for each other keep growing strong.
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 2:33 PM UTC
She was only 15
(with apologies to Gil Scott-Heron) You will have to stay home, sister. You will charge up, tune in, drop out of all activities. You will scroll through memes, trawl the news, Skip the tea, you're running low. The epidemic will be endlessly televised. The epidemic will be brought to you in a trillion parts, With declining commercial interruption. The epidemic will show you pictures of Trump and Boris blithering, Dreaming of fried chicken at the end of televisation, "Oka-a-ay...". "You are a terrible reporter!" NHS-badged Hancock will look the part, But cannot answer the question Should I look after my sick self-isolated seventyish neighbour? Fauci facepalms And is gone. Watch out, guys. The epidemic will be televised. The Epidemic (starring Tom Hanks) will not be brought to you on the big screen. There will be no big screen. The Epidemic will not play Glasto Lit by 300,000 Androids. The epidemic will be brought to you by friends and strangers. The epidemic will be televised. The epidemic will not inject fat into your posterior. You will not need to shave or deodorise. As it turns out, you are not worth that expensive holiday. The epidemic will make you a bedroom star Vlogging your incarceration to ten followers. The epidemic will be televised. There will be pictures of coughing queues at supermarkets Toilet roll riots, thermometer wars. There will be pictures of you and your best mate Pushing that cart down the block, Packed with Branston Pickle baked beans Though you posted fifty times online about hoarding. You will not have dressed for the occasion. You will not care who wins Love Island. You will not care who wins The Great British Bake Off. Eastenders will be cancelled After 35 years of continuous drama. You will dodge the police for a quiet walk On a brighter day. The epidemic will be televised. Reporters will cough. Ministers will be replaced Suddenly Parliament will be suspended. Politics will cease to be televised. The epidemic will be right back, after a message. You will have to worry about a germ in your bathroom, Your food supply, the tiger in your tank, your loved ones, Whether, if you cease to breathe, there will be a ventilator. You will consider getting in the driver's seat. Where to go? Would you like to see your mother? Would you like to cross a border? The Caravan Park is occupied By the Military. Slowly, slowly The screens will darken. The epidemic will no longer be televised. The Epidemic is not a game.  You cannot return to a previous Save. The epidemic is live.
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
The Epidemic Will be Televised
(with apologies to Gil Scott-Heron) You will have to stay home, sister. You will charge up, tune in, drop out of all activities. You will scroll through memes, trawl the news, Skip the tea, you're running low. The epidemic will be endlessly televised. The epidemic will be brought to you in a trillion parts, With declining commercial interruption. The epidemic will show you pictures of Trump and Boris blithering, Dreaming of fried chicken at the end of televisation, "Oka-a-ay...". "You are a terrible reporter!" NHS-badged Hancock will look the part, But cannot answer the question Should I look after my sick self-isolated seventyish neighbour? Fauci facepalms And is gone. Watch out, guys. The epidemic will be televised. The Epidemic (starring Tom Hanks) will not be brought to you on the big screen. There will be no big screen. The Epidemic will not play Glasto Lit by 300,000 Androids. The epidemic will be brought to you by friends and strangers. The epidemic will be televised. The epidemic will not inject fat into your posterior. You will not need to shave or deodorise. As it turns out, you are not worth that expensive holiday. The epidemic will make you a bedroom star Vlogging your incarceration to ten followers. The epidemic will be televised. There will be pictures of coughing queues at supermarkets Toilet roll riots, thermometer wars. There will be pictures of you and your best mate Pushing that cart down the block, Packed with Branston Pickle baked beans Though you posted fifty times online about hoarding. You will not have dressed for the occasion. You will not care who wins Love Island. You will not care who wins The Great British Bake Off. Eastenders will be cancelled After 35 years of continuous drama. You will dodge the police for a quiet walk On a brighter day. The epidemic will be televised. Reporters will cough. Ministers will be replaced Suddenly Parliament will be suspended. Politics will cease to be televised. The epidemic will be right back, after a message. You will have to worry about a germ in your bathroom, Your food supply, the tiger in your tank, your loved ones, Whether, if you cease to breathe, there will be a ventilator. You will consider getting in the driver's seat. Where to go? Would you like to see your mother? Would you like to cross a border? The Caravan Park is occupied By the Military. Slowly, slowly The screens will darken. The epidemic will no longer be televised. The Epidemic is not a game.  You cannot return to a previous Save. The epidemic is live.
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it is okay not to have plans it's okay you have spent m any nights lone before toni ght do not cry not now he didn't notice a change but it is there is is a glowing em ber and when you cut off th tips of your hair you cut off a little tiny bit of desperation i mean it you look better i m ean it the change is there and it is okay to acknowledge it a lone it your bedroom it is oka y to steal a beer from the lock ed pantry and drink it alone a nd toast yourself it is okay to h ug yourself and laugh to yours elf you're still ADMI R A B L E
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
ADMI R A B L E
Matko, czemuż liść rajskiej jabłoni, poczuł dotyk Twej dłoni? ... A wybór ten się ziścił? To śnięcie, podszept liści... Czy twa cierń była nader ostra? Ma najdroższa, Mater Nostra ... Dnia twego dziękczynienie, nie miało oka tchnienie... gdy znosiłaś krwiożercze znoje, by ochronić dziatki Twoje. ... Za Szeolem, bez pudru lecz z chlubą łez nagości... Twe serce  zmrożone w kajdany, nie okazało miłości. ... Tak, tych palców spostrzeżeń u męża nań spuszczonych... Iżby stworzyć koncepcję  plemienia,cykl niezwykle strudzony. ...Zbluzganiem, uwielbianiem, Jest Ewą i Allahem... Aby poczciwość dać rodzinie, ciągle żyję pod tym strachem. Osobą jam nie znana, Raczej funkcją, zadaniem Jestem matką, a moja profesja, jest rodziny kochaniem. „Od nigdy a po zawsze, Byt, nie przeminę z wiatrem. W honorze. W trawie. W mężczyźnie. Ostanę.”
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Poza Matką czy Powstaniem („Beyond The Mother or Creation”)
Tick Tick Tick Laughter Living Peace Tick Tick Tick Gazing Holding "Breathe" Tick Tick Tick "Nothing's wrong" "It's alright" "Just a little breeze" Tick Tick... "Relax, it's oka-" Pause. Silence. Okay? Isn't that how it seems?
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
Abrupt
Hmmm... Chinna pillodiki thana chalk piece antha! Mari vadu pen pattukunte? Avunu kaduu.... Aithe kaadhu kaadhu... Hmmm... Madhya tharagathi thandri/thalli ki thana undhyogam antha! Mari vaaru retire aypothe? Avunu kaduu.... Aithe kaadhu kaadhu.... Hmmm... Oka kaviki thana kalam antha! Mari thaanu computer vaadithe? Avunu kaduu... Aithe kaadhu kaadhu... Hmm... Anjenaya swami ki pandu roopam lo kanipinchina suryudantha! Mari indrudu aapithe aagipoyadu kadhaa... Avunu kaduu... Aithe kaadhu kaadhu... Hmm... Deeniki samadhanam nenu ivvalenani neekuu telusu, Ayina adagakunda aagavani naaku telusu. Konni sarlu prayathninchani nissabdam kante, Prayatninche vaakhyaalu baaguntaayi Kanuka... . . Konni sarlu intloni prashanthatha kante, Prakruthi loni aahladam baaguntundi Kanuka.... Prayatniddam saradaaga, prathi sari kothaga... ee chilipi prayatnaale kadha chupedi Mari jeevithaanni kothaga ... Ayinaa.... Alaa adigaaventi neeku teliyanattuga, Edhi nuvvu cheppu chuddaam sootigaa...
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
Nenante enthishtam?