Paul Stanway
Extremely eloquent ways of saying virtually nothing beyond the obvious, that we are, sooner or later, doomed.
"GOD BECOMES A CONTENDER", AND "SOCRATIC CONCEIT (UP MY ARSE)"
One And Two And One And Two And One And Two And Rest.
1: GOD BECOMES A SERIOUS CONTENDER FOR GIVING MY LIFE A SENSE OF MEANING
"I like cat videos." I said. "In particular I like hairless cats being strangled or microwaved."
"Sorry. I don't think this is the right job for you."
"It's cute. I know [laughs laughs] . . .
THE END OF THE BRITISH NATIONAL PARTY
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It was an acrimonious final act -
The party of the white working-class
Died live on the telly - it’s leader fell flat
On his fat arse and killed his party. The morass
Was expressed across most of the press
As the symptom of an idiotic pleb
Caste. The black-clad hooded peasant expressed
His racist . . .
The Current Social Malaise: An Exploratory Poetic Interlude
Neolibtard Globalist Sheeple's DSM Mental Health Spreadsheet
That the magic wears off over time seems obvious
Now I'm over the age of thirty-five.
I fail to feel anything from taking this drug.
My life stopped twenty years ago. Back then, I was capable of love
And saying "Yes. OK." to things like going out.
Life was not a nightmare
And sleep was no dreamless . . .
