arthur scargill
blimey
bring the motherfucking ruckus
ffs
nudity
patty up the batty
pattycakes pattycakes hey the method mad
play nicely with the other children
riotseason
speed creates pure objects.
stop the emotional abuse
take a chill pill
thatcher was a djinn
This is one of the things Ballard got right. We are all aware our feet have never touched the ground. We are desperate for disaster. We are hungry for The Real. We are not content with global warming, we have to accelerate it. There is no way out of this logiv. We all know our secret desires...
attack of the climate virgin
barty i hope you die you bastard
blood for the blood god
coping mechanism
desecrating the pink temple
disappointed
dissensus death cult
doomers gonna doom
droid malfunction
droid vs roids
fuck off and cry over your candles
hard reset
irish troubles
it's all coming down
j.g. well 'ard
jesus christ corpsey
kevinoak
nuke the whale
ohmyfuckinggodnotthisshitagain
revolutionary suicide
riotseason
she who spits out precious stones
stormchasing
terminal orgasm
oof!
well - although i certainly didn't vote for it - it has happened. consequently it seems like the sane thing is to try and come to terms with it.
funnily enough the voices in the aftermath i've found comfort from are people who i usually cannot stand - that's the duo at the guardian of...
atoning for colonialism
bandito
bangs fists on table
blunderbuss
brexit means ....?
brexit means breakfast
brother vim
bummed to death
chickpeas
continental
craner watch
daddy what is france?
disgraced yoga instructor
don't panic
feeding my dog yoghurt
full english
guru dominic
houmus
hummus
inventing reasons to hate people
keep your hair on
luka's national pride
musket
no muslims in wetherspoons oddly enough
nuthouse
penis sex
political suicide cults
project fear ii - acute anxiety
really fucking shit up
riotseason
silverware and plate clattering
smashed him at backgammon
stockpiling sushi
the crane devours his prey
the feelings of racist idiots
the wrong kind of labour voters
tribbles
turkish breakfast
walk among the swine
wazza
where are my chickpeas now?
white men screaming racist at each other
who dare speak of other things?
yorkshire puds loaded into a gun
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