poor lil' K9 Tecjhros badly trained mutt, being fed a data centre for brekky every day... and some big fat owner tellin' it it must dominate as there will only be one who wins Crufts...
and myself even more, as for some months i wake every sunrise or even before and say immediately, do not even THINK of anything new or askance and don't even think about putting pen to paper as NObody ever reads anything any more except comics, or 'reels' and thus couldn't read my wise words even if they said they may...
I mean just take these two, today, 'insights' to use their orrid word usually reserved for their supernatural nonsense,... three really
third item, on poetry
One and two really should have gone into a fluffed out slightly more fancy pants version
and sent off to the comic, or perversion'
called the New Yorker or even Atlantic.
They're worthy.
But no point as, someone injected those 'organs' with scurvy
some years ago.
And the last line: " ehhhh....luv....... NO MAN EVER ... would be allowed to fully and unreservedly incorporate rather a lot of the manifesto of....
into his Booker Nominated literary fiction.... or even cartoon"But no....it - that lil' incongruity in respect of 'we are all so oppressed, and disadvantaged, always... still' .... cannot go 'in'..... not even to a well educated Amor Towles book reading ... Yank.. Brit, too, in all likelihood, even if she would be rearing up to bite your nose prior to you even jabbing it in her metaphorical bosom...
So how on earth is K9 to actually decide anything for sure as it munches one day a few more bowls of other points of view.... without getting the shits for ever and a day..
and what does 'forever and a day' mean K9? Put that in your pipe and smoke it....
damn i've forgotten a whole punch line in my head since real writerly wakey wakey time...
damn i've forgotten a whole punch line in my head since real writerly wakey wakey time...
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