+ SEUL'S WRITING TOPIC - MAINLY FOR GETTING ADVICE CAUSE HE'S AN INEPT TOOL +
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I don't understand, if his throat is full of cock and crosisant, how can the croissant suddenly get dry?
Cause croissants don't come pre-cummed on.
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"Alchie" reads more like what I think you're saying here than either other spelling IMO.
Have you tried cinnamon rolls?
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Cause croissants don't come pre-cummed on.
I expect that depends on where you’re getting your croissants.
Do you know a place? ???
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Some bad bad bad lines here that don't get the rhytm but I have no ego (except for my huge ego) so just go so just go go go look at my ego and and and looks over this won't you sweet 'tings do me this favour then…
(PS: all English in 'ere is very UK except for "yinz" which is my fav Southern US word next to POP...)There's less air than liquor here. There's less need for air than liquor 'ere.
We are alive, sometimes it's all you got,
out and about, folk out loud or purposely not..
We are all sun and carbon, warmth, hate, love, soulful cloud dat!…
Cat's out there look!
SHOOK.
You's scared she'd fall three down haha she never will she never won't...
Meanwhile we'll die of cancer or misinterpreting the weather.
Miserable bastards us cunts.There's folk here... Good folk bad folk yinz who care
folk who don't folk in all colourz
folk white folk brown folk black folk yella
YELLA?
Shit sorry her liver's giving out I ain't even trying to be woke, folk.
Talk.... There's folk here... They'se a ruckus or ain''t... Daily lives – always there -
And the cats don't love 'm... I get cats better than men. Cats shy from everyone – it's good advice.There's weather here. And drinks. There's always weather Heather innit bin it there's always drinks stinks bin it. Finnit. Yeah you got that'un. Good. Finish it.
We need God as little as he needs us.
We need goodness as little s'we deserve it.
We could do better as us should. But we don't so we don't deserve it. Serve it. Couldn't dish a colder platter even if you freezed it.
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Sorry I'm in a bad way… Yinz needa deal... I think this is better?..
There's less air than liquor here.
Lesser liquor as air is 'ere.
is
Lesser need for the blesser
is
then
As us never forgave
just gave and GAVE
Might 've dug us own grave.BLESS.
Us
Mostly dead, beat; sometimes it's all you got,
out and 'bout, folk living loud or purposely not
Yinz all sun and carbon, warmth and love
ever glowful moon datSHIT!
Cat's out there look!
SHOOK!
You's scared she'd fall three down
haha she never will she never won't…
Meanwhile us is dying til we can't or don't
Miserable lot us cunt
Best gi's another litter of them cute runt.THEN.
There's folk here...
Good folk bad folk yinz who care
Folk them joke
folk who's felt
folk who scare
folk who don't
folks them won't
more colourz
'Benetton adTALK.
Some's a ruckus but I won't
Daily fight – even cats tire
I get them better than men.
They shy from all us folk –
instinct which I admire.There's weather here..
There's weather here.
It gets repetitive.REPEAT.
There's always weather Heather innit bin it
there's always drinks '
'n drinks
'n tinks 'n finks
but
Bin it. Finnit.
Yeah you got that'un.FINISH.
We need God as little as he needs us.
Fuss.We could do better as us should. But we don't so we DESERVE.
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Swerve.Couldn't dish a plate colder if a Kardashian served it.
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Don't even read this. 4.28 am and I don't even know if I'm alive.
How life begins! At 7am it bursts open like a festering wound!
Cars! Voices! Families! Look at that young pigeon skyrocketing!.. Bloody Nasa that thing!.. And me looking at it with bloodshot eyes.
It is what it is. Always. As I say to myself and thus know.That fucking pigeon has more direction than me. And is a damn lot more smarter as is I.7am! The howls! The cries! The moans! As if everything's born again! Everyone's conceiving! Birth of mind sun planets universe – and a shitload of pigeons. Can't even hold on to those. They're smarter than I am - at 7am they scatter.
The world! It awakens! Again! It's never been gone, some know some don't… It just takes one look... But alas! We live on a planet of the blind! Never a blink, just an exhausted weary sigh. Not even a one eyed king just a fool. And we all seem to take after 'im. Except for the pigeons.
The uproar!.. It shatters my world! Silence, darkness! Slumber! Fantasies by the millions! A life I'll never have! Rain? Please, please lord I'm not a religious man but can you please put on my favourite soundtrack!.. Wake the worms hell wake me up... And trap me once more into this godfall of a day starting.
Once more. One last goddamn time.
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(Note to self: this is shit. Go to bed. And will you please shut it.)
They had an eye out for Carl cause he had ordered a glass one and then refused to pick it up.
There's worse folk than I. Have you heard of Hitler? Look 'm up. Piece of work, that.
It still smells worse than two drunken goddamn hilbilly bars having sex in here. I just wished I was having sex with two drunken goddam hillbillies in here rn. I'd mudwrestle the one 'n finger the other…
No: go look up Hitler. Then come back to me.
Carl was a sweet man. Victim of someone stabbing him for being Jewish, losing the eye. It's ok though cause they got the bastard in the chamber... Where they got all of them fellas and one soldier managed to collect 7 glass eyes after they'd been convinced of dying. None's was Carl's though. He never picked his up. There's a weird “in hindsight” joke here but...
Go look up Hitler.
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So my family was legit concerned about my mental state after posting the STILL WOKE FOLK bit on FB… Well I guess it's raining and I'm listening to
And I's written... Which I reckon won't sooth them...
2,37am t'is
but
LOOK!
Isssis for alll of yinz's got SHOOK
pray
well
tell
should mind their minds and LOOK.BE.
Issis more brew than stew
but then us know
past midnight
shit
issis how we go.I get more drink than a good puss' stink.
FINK.
Just leave us 'n leave us be.
Leave us t'is nearing three.
'N us is nearly free.
Cold breeze here is spelling
Might I gone no telling.
