Author: dickiewhiteblog

June 22nd – I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker, We’ll get hotter than a poker, You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker, Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire.

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I haven’t seen Nomadland yet, but perhaps with (temporary) access to funds and some paid employment I’m not so much homeless as camping?

10th June – You wonder why he stands so high, It’s just the space between him and the sky.

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I often watch replays of so-called fouls, and to me it's almost as if one leg behaves badly independently of the brain, while the other leg just stands there looking on unable to assist.

Rupert – 100 years old.

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Rupert is 100 years old

1st June – Li’l David was small, but oh my, He fought big Goliath, Who lay down an’ dieth, Li’l David was small, but oh my.

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The Longfellow furrowed a brow and looked at him quizzically, ‘I mean it’s crap,’ said Cum-Bot.

11th May – Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind.

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They wouldn’t be so tolerant with a burning fag butt down the side of a slip-on, I can tell you that.

May 7th – Dreams will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.

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This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.

May 5th – Drip, drip, drop, Little April shower, Beating a tune, As you fall all around.

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Well, wouldn’t all this cogitating lead me to come up with a sort of rival theory to the Big Bang and religion?

25th April – She is wearing rags and feathers, From Salvation Army counters.

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I could only find one serious review, I tell her, and I read from that. The reviewer calls it ‘borderline imbecilic,’ with chapters on shopping, picnics, and T-shirts, which he says are delivered with a sense of shame.

9th April – Who will tie it up with a ribbon, And put it in a box for me?

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Now I find myself in a genuine predicament. I really cannot choose between suicide and arson.

April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.

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Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.