#8: Won't take freederrm like medicine

An Endless Redundancy with Olly Woods

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I've just been writing humouros intentions as if anybody cares. Not like the old days. Not being chirpy enough to be accepted by boozey cunts. Sick of it.
Luckily, Christmas is over.
Good
- Aside though, that's actually useful for my frail intentions to make others feel good, and yet... simultaneously... I've not been on holiday as an adult, and I think that's worth feeling that empty feeling. Greater than the need to fill your emotional weight into a lengthy divorce, I should've been on holiday instead of believing in people.
Fuck ye, I've got a lot of subconscious autistic breathing to accomplish in terms of being heard. At least, by me. In't' booth.
Maybe something good will come off for people who ferociously care, yet go against capitalisms flourishing capillaries. Think of all those who do, before myself. Fuck off if you're not having fun. Punk, Pink, and Pittance. First world boredom. Lube me up, but with ceramic...? pass
Next time I'll roll out more humour. This week was catching up on suicidal tendencies I keep quiet.

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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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