ahm a fuckin' ceative wee wanker, but im no gonna spend ma fuckin saturday devisin new ways ta fuckin' catch the fuckin' lassies hain' a gud time.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
I'm not the artsy fartsy type, but I don't see the humour.
She doesn't appear any more different than any other who posts their heart on the internet. Granted, she may not be brilliant, but she still had the confidence to 'post'. Many of us would not have the balls to, because we lack the confidence to.
I don't get the humour. Either, people don't enjoy her "prose" or they make fun of the way she speaks. Apparently, she has a lisp. Look at me, I have no confidence, so i have to make fun of this poor girl, who not only has the balls to present her "art" for the rest of the world, but presents this "art" with some sort of disadvantage (e.g., a lisp).
Mature.
No time to be void or save up on life. You got to spend it all.
ahm a fuckin' ceative wee wanker, but im no gonna spend ma fuckin saturday devisin new ways ta fuckin' catch the fuckin' lassies hain' a gud time.
I do NOT remember posting this at all... which means I drank too much last night. It doesn't even make sense in the context of this thread. oh dear...
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
It's okay, you pretentious arty types can't hold your liquor.
I'd like to see you hold the amount I drank last night. you'd need a second body or a cauldron.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
I'm going to rise to the challenge and make a YouTube clip of me in a wig, with a lisp, reading teenage poetry. Hang on a sec.
are you serious? please do. I want to see that so badly
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
I understand this, a fellow-feeling. Happens to me all the time on here.
Was her waffling original? Not that I really followed anyway
Hmm... it's unsettling. for a while I thought Dunk had hacked my account somehow and posted it but as the haze of last night cleared a little, I do remember talking like an aggressive glaswegian a fair bit...
as for her waffling, original or not it was a bit... blah. I'm not big on monologues for a start. You've got to be charismatic... like Henry Rollins on Tool's Bottom.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
I'm not the artsy fartsy type, but I don't see the humour.
She doesn't appear any more different than any other who posts their heart on the internet. Granted, she may not be brilliant, but she still had the confidence to 'post'. Many of us would not have the balls to, because we lack the confidence to.
I don't get the humour. Either, people don't enjoy her "prose" or they make fun of the way she speaks. Apparently, she has a lisp. Look at me, I have no confidence, so i have to make fun of this poor girl, who not only has the balls to present her "art" for the rest of the world, but presents this "art" with some sort of disadvantage (e.g., a lisp).
Mature.
OK come on, this isn't about a bloody lisp. I'm sorry you 'do not see the humour', but a lisp has less than nothing to do with it; your inability to see the humour in this is a different subject entirely, which I won't go into.
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'
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um, I would dearly love to make fun of that art house crap too!!
(btw I am pretty fuckin' creative if I do say so myself...you should see how artfully I can arrange cheezwhiz on a cracker.
She doesn't appear any more different than any other who posts their heart on the internet. Granted, she may not be brilliant, but she still had the confidence to 'post'. Many of us would not have the balls to, because we lack the confidence to.
I don't get the humour. Either, people don't enjoy her "prose" or they make fun of the way she speaks. Apparently, she has a lisp. Look at me, I have no confidence, so i have to make fun of this poor girl, who not only has the balls to present her "art" for the rest of the world, but presents this "art" with some sort of disadvantage (e.g., a lisp).
Mature.
It's okay, you pretentious arty types can't hold your liquor.
Was her waffling original? Not that I really followed anyway
as for her waffling, original or not it was a bit... blah. I'm not big on monologues for a start. You've got to be charismatic... like Henry Rollins on Tool's Bottom.
OK come on, this isn't about a bloody lisp. I'm sorry you 'do not see the humour', but a lisp has less than nothing to do with it; your inability to see the humour in this is a different subject entirely, which I won't go into.
- the great Sir Leo Harrison