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dear obsessive wanker
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dear obsessive wanker badgering the phone ring ring arrgh ( ! ) please leave me alone i know who you are that's why you're ignored repetition aint a weapon i'm not answering your calls ...
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dear obsessive wanker
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dear obsessive wanker badgering the phone ring ring arrgh ( ! ) please leave me alone i know who you are that's why you're ignored repetition aint a weapon i'm not answering your calls ...
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please help if you can
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this village is becoming increasingly posh don't take my word for it just look at the shops the baker's become yet another salon the greengrocer's copped it once staples - now gone but three bridal shops ( ? ) there's momentum - we're moving the barber shop now it does bespoke male grooming estate agents, southerners kids with weird names but i'm still a scroat though resisting this change ...
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daytime television by hdwe73t4@~#
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daytime television quizzical trivial antiques for antiques seldom metaphysical dumbing down numbing now confused afternoons adverts fuck off cheer up & now the news ...
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impostors, a brief study by nduwhr3yru.9
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impostors eat red liquorice & claim it's the cousin of black whilst assuming fancy names like edwin photon-cataracts impostors never blow their nose yet smell of smell a rat they can be killed - with a trowel through the heart but that's another story is that ...
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what is monday? by olaf spangles
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what is monday? is it real? how does monday make you feel? what's its essence? what's its core? can its magic open doors? ~ can we pat it on the head pretend it's a dog instead? ' good boy monday please don't bark giz 5 minutes then we'll go down the park ' ...
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breath by erejuk905k.3
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breath a release the out-bit of breathe the release of breath ( don't leave me yet ) ...
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little roman bird poem by hadrian’s wallchart
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in my local museum there's this little roman bird we have stare-offs regularly that bird sits still, unstirred ~ i wonder what its name was what secrets that bird keeps? they chuck us out come closing time if pottery beaks could speak ...
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chin song by piccalilli circus
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if you're clever & you know it stroke your chin otherwise they might think you're quite dim so if you're clever & you know it & you really wanna show it if you're clever & you know it stroke your chin ...
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bliss times 2 by hugo fuck-yourself ( rigid x )
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every poet is a twat this is a sad poet fact if you somehow disagree you're ideal write poetry ...
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dear auntie flo, by erasmus photonics
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dear auntie flo, it's september here & i'm bussin' it to town some sun - some cheer as i pen this piece from this window seat do you still make jam plum, raspberry or peach? ~ dear auntie flo, did i make you up? yes probab - er - ly so my mind is fucked i hope september's with you too if you're real your odd, confused nephew ( x ) ...