AC Fick 📚

Mood: viciously gossipy.

And when I have no dreams to give you any more, I'll light a blazing fire and wait within the door, and throw my life away "I wonder why?" they all will say […] Pass the tea & sympathy for the good old days are dead Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they've led ▫️Janis Ian, 1975

'And the law says, "Bust a deal, face the wheel!" . . .'

A place where nobody dared to go The love that we came to know . . . 🪩🛼🕺🏽💃🏻

"If you choose to live in the wind tunnel, you have to accept involuntary Peninsular blow-outs 340 days of the year."

It is June, and a publication of record demanded an invoice in February. The other publication of record (sic) had to be threatened and berated before settling. And they all posture fauxgressively about state corruption and ethics and economic insecurity. One no longer engages these vile scammers.

These leukotopian fauxgressives are obviously only proclaiming their pretended political postures as part of a carnivalesque masque; they know none of us socially, belong to no progressive movement they did not start themselves and now control, and want little more than game drives without guilt.

At least twice a month I cut chillies and forget this rule, and end up having to pour milk into my eye etc. Pepa's mistake was water. 🌶👀🫣😵‍💫😵

Reading that article, and the interviewee's psychiatric cabaret . . .

'[S]he said[,] “If you’ve ever seen a bird masturbate, you absolutely know what that bird is doing.' Has one? Anyone? And then there was reporting on 'not stroking the birds in certain spots' (sic), prolapses and 'de-sex[ing]'. This was not on one's Monday lunchtime menu, but . . . 😵

Alas . . . 🤷🏾‍♂️

If you see this, quote post with a sword . . . ⚔️

Or, will there be vanishing and consequence . . .

*Poised like an Eisensteinian perambulator on the Odessa Steps in anticipation of where this will go and how the debate will proceed* 🍿👀

Well . . .

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Bottoms up?

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Drop some wings. 🪽

Die wassie 'n uit-turn 'ie. Net drie rakke ge-move. Die Groot Uit-Turn kom in Middel August aan die end van die droë wit seisoen.

Occasionally (as in, when the occasion requires); never during a formal dinner or while reading or writing. Music requires attention and focus, like reading-writing and guests, and is never background.

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Everytime one reads beyond the headline into the first paragraph of "the news" . . . 📰🗞📺📻💻📱😱

Repost with a Russian agent that spies on your posts . . .

Mood. 😒

Two paragraphs? Does not sound like a reader if the person quits after so little effort.

Mood.

We pity young Mr Galitzine; we wish him well, but there is only one Prince Adam of Eternia. As awful and campy as that 1987 cinematic absurdity was, nobody can fill those strappy boots after Mr Lundgren. 🤷🏾‍♂️ Now we shall do as told in part 13 of that first Pauline epistle to the people of Corinth. 📖

Who would make it in the age of AI slop, CGI, and remakes of live action cartoon movies for the mass market?

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Pace Jackie Edwards (1965), keep on running, because no tickets can be worth a faulty Voight-Kampff test, especially not for the worst cast member of MY SO-CALLED LIFE (1994-1995).

One last thought of cricket as a thing to pay attention to back in the mid-1980s. Surely everyone accepted after the shoebox of money under the bed and blameshifting onto the Devil by the hirsute one that whatever was being done with sticks and red balls in or out of whites, "that's not cricket".🏏🪦

Drop someone with long hair.

Lists are always idiosyncratic, but the South African list is wholly unrepresentative of the "greatest" books written by writers in or from the country over the last 150 years. Entire writers missing while others are overrepresented with even their mediocre books listed. As they say here, "Eish." 🫣

Wait, so not only do they not reread anything themselves, they also raise objections to other people rereading books? Pace Miranda, o not so brave not so new world that has such people in't . . .

And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it,’ when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. ▫️Isaiah 30.21

As one has been put on very powerful pharmaceuticals by the imperial apothecary following instructions from the imperial physician and cannot even get the pronouns to recur in any grammatically logical way right now . . .

That confession is hardly Rousseau, but given "male/female interaction in our matrix", one wants to ask Mr Schrader why he would assign that much labour to the possessive pronoun to include us all, and whether the sophomoric use of the nouns is really something to which they want to commit . . .

Well, there was that creepy "You Can Shave The Baby" doll a while ago . . . which was every category of wrong required for entry on a special register.