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Diskgrinder
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Generated in the sixties by a reel to reel telephone cassette eight track cartridge Bakelite teasmade
Men body build to impress other men
February 4, 2026 at 7:04 AM
Marxism describes what is happening and therefore not an ideology just an archaeology of present time
February 4, 2026 at 4:00 AM
The problem with Marxism is it perfectly describes capitalism.
February 4, 2026 at 3:38 AM
Nothing good has god involved
February 4, 2026 at 3:07 AM
I have written (on) a book of poetry
February 4, 2026 at 2:44 AM
Some forget the allies liberated Germans too.
February 4, 2026 at 2:44 AM
Each eye of an owl is the size of its brain so it can see twice as much as it can think
February 4, 2026 at 1:29 AM
Growing up as a Christian is a wankless task
February 4, 2026 at 1:27 AM
The corporation’s ideal is to telescope everyday into an endless Monday
February 4, 2026 at 1:24 AM
I feel exactly the same in winter as on a summer day flecked with busy insects. To whit and to whir as a buzz bound wasp, this with a certain fizz, incalcitrant and ineffable as Satan’s jizz
February 4, 2026 at 1:22 AM
I like steam trains. I also like deltics.
February 4, 2026 at 1:12 AM
What is enjoined in hinge is demonstrated in flange
February 4, 2026 at 1:11 AM
Bird watching and rugby delights me in equal measure. What bounded joy this is? Farts
February 4, 2026 at 1:10 AM
I make jokes weekly because I have no sense of humour on weekdays
February 4, 2026 at 12:15 AM
I looked up scopophobia, no results
February 4, 2026 at 12:12 AM
New emotion building on melancholy; it’s this lemon brocolli - a sharp citrus feeling of being too green
February 3, 2026 at 10:50 PM
This is my pompous prevarication hour, that I will do at some point later
February 3, 2026 at 10:39 PM
A moral framework: to teach is good, to learn is great, to learn to teach is best
February 3, 2026 at 10:03 PM
In the hours of becoming, between 4 and 6, where wombles are
February 2, 2026 at 7:30 AM
I’ve grown things in jars in neglected regions of my fridge, that doesn’t make me a biologist
February 2, 2026 at 7:28 AM
They are not echo chambers, they are cosy burrows of comforting confirmation
February 2, 2026 at 6:15 AM
Factual poetry part one. I was walking in a valley and then i went up a hill and there was this load of daffodils, fuck me! Right
February 2, 2026 at 5:49 AM
look back in anger, and flight those arrows true, tizwaz a better thing I do this Saturday morning, and fuck multicoloured swapshop for it is the devil’s brew
February 2, 2026 at 5:17 AM
In these troubled times, keep clam and carrion
February 2, 2026 at 4:36 AM
All troubles are quantiplated, a pentagon of nothing much and minor irritations arranged five times around, all things stutter and are stumbled five times. Coming in threes is regulated optimism
February 2, 2026 at 3:57 AM