Angry? Sure, I’m angry… I’m fucking furious!
Is there any other emotion suitable for this end time play, these damnable theatrics, this scripted nightmare of incestuous moronic bullshit?
Don’t think so…
I’ve never understood the climbing to fame thing. The need to reach and reach and stretch your neck to try and meet eye to eye with the (self) chosen ones, not something I’ve ever understood.
Perhaps if we throw the world stage a long thunderous applause, we can bring that stinking house down.
Anywho I’m glad the dog got saved. I’ll just be over here with a cuppa recuperating. ☕️
The dogs doing fine, a little traumatised but we booked her a holiday in Benidorm…expect she’ll come back pissed clutching a stuffed rafia donkey and shouting Olé at sundry passersby 😁🙏😘
That’ll be me in old age, but without the grog because I’m a monster on that stuff. I might change the raffia donkey for a fox plushie and just yip at passerbys. 😜
Oh I absolutely love this! You have a fantastic way with the flow of words and emotion.Why do I read everything you write in a very northern british accent?..seriously..it just happens and I cannot attach it to anything. 🤣🥰
I loved how it holds theatre and metaphor without losing its raw pulse - like something written from inside the heart, but already shaped into literature.
This couldn’t be more perfect Sea. The word voices and flow were impeccable as always.. great one to read aloud.
Thanks for sharing and taking time for feedback Alex…alas my voice is too time raddled to speak out loud, but in my head?
It sings
I’ve never understood the climbing to fame thing. The need to reach and reach and stretch your neck to try and meet eye to eye with the (self) chosen ones, not something I’ve ever understood.
Perhaps if we throw the world stage a long thunderous applause, we can bring that stinking house down.
Anywho I’m glad the dog got saved. I’ll just be over here with a cuppa recuperating. ☕️
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The dogs doing fine, a little traumatised but we booked her a holiday in Benidorm…expect she’ll come back pissed clutching a stuffed rafia donkey and shouting Olé at sundry passersby 😁🙏😘
That’ll be me in old age, but without the grog because I’m a monster on that stuff. I might change the raffia donkey for a fox plushie and just yip at passerbys. 😜
Oh I absolutely love this! You have a fantastic way with the flow of words and emotion.Why do I read everything you write in a very northern british accent?..seriously..it just happens and I cannot attach it to anything. 🤣🥰
I really don’t have a northern accent though I can do one, but you read away in whatever you want 😂😘
🤣 I'm intrigued as to your accent or maybe it's better left unsaid! Haha my brain literally does it, out of my control!
A perfect venting and thoroughly deserved SeaJade!
And honestly, the best use of the glorious rhubard I've seen in a very long time - as a word!
The next one’ll be quieter Mark, hopefully 🤞 as for what you’ve been up to with Rhubarb? The mind boggles 😵💫😁
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The only rhubarb I truly know if rhubarb and custard, and I can still him the melody now!
love that show 😊 cheers Mark
I loved how it holds theatre and metaphor without losing its raw pulse - like something written from inside the heart, but already shaped into literature.
Thanks Jeanne,✨ that’s a lovely comment…trying to be lighter with the editing…🖤🙏😘
The Sea. Cap'n.
Look. I't had to be said. And it was fun. And I'm sure you guys had fun too. Enjoy playing Sir's. Trust. X
This is so well-metered and expressed.The anger and the disdain came through loud and clear! Love, Virg