#20: Set of Bollocks//#1; actually. Bingefest '24.

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Bollocks
But, honestly: Bollocks and bullshite to you all.
I've understood where in which I fell to the path of the grey, but, in large to me having Social-Deaths/Living within my meansmentum/"Ah, I suppose it isn't All Bad.", I suppose it's been something to ponder, and whatever withering sentiments people have to propel who you are anywhere that you haven't solidified for your own means.
Or. Politely: Get fhhuuuuuHhcked, is an echo to life that has sailed through everybody's days, and sentiments, I'm sure. Harder to tempt in a (Fuck)Love-er. Harder to see where people are at, if they're feeling unweathered by tainting whoever, and whomever, they please, (supposedly). Perhaps, and within-0-respecting-ways, I'm poetically speaking through the level of alcohol in my system.
Life occurs within a fucking bored glass of tonic, and then people/Folks, add their sprinkley fucking cunt gin intio a bit of fucking glassware, and ANYBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, is supposed to gel with people, that, at a distance... I expect I would HATE to spend any amount of time-with.
Add it up. But, get fucked.
Over it, over and up with being an Average-Good Cardio-Levelled-Male-of: 20-29. I'm planting my newfoundland over somebody else's tummy. Not to be too innuendo-ridden... But, act as if you'd be a good shag, then you might accept notions to get fucked more often.
"what a bone-headed/autistic mistake",
Perhaps I'll understand social-cues, as indeed I fucking already do, ;
But, anyway. MORE power to you, if-anything. Bye, though.
Yeeeah.
Sorry about, that.
Aside: Fucking derilict building headed fuckwomps - What, mate? Didn't say a word.

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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."
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