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People found me funny Now I’m just a joke Some think I'm gay ‘Cause I don't act the bloke But I've had sex with women More than I deserve It’s not in my face And it's not in my words

Eldest of four Not much of a speaker But get me on the floor I'm an attention seeker Yeah I've got my friends More than I deserve But when I'm by myself I get on my nerves

Come and see me and you'll never be lonely: I could be your new best friend

You are. I don't want to insult you.

No no, go ahead. Insult me.

All movement in the universe is caused by tension between positive and negative furies. So when the furies are out of balance, the the people turn into demons and live forever.

This is just so shocking. I mean I must just be so monumentally naive.

You are.

Years ago I promised myself a long vacation. It's time to collect.

Ten years on, how does it feel to have the famous video?

It actually feels great, really. I mean we've seen we know we've influenced people's lives we've changed people's lives It's great To know you've been part of something and know you created something that's had that impact is wonderful actually.

Where has the video taken us as a family?

All over the world, actually. We've been to America to film adverts We've had 10s of people in the house filming adverts! We've obviously gone around the county we've met lots and lots of very interesting people and WE KNOW that lots of very interesting people have also watched the video and written to us

How much money has the video made us?

I think I was quoted a couple of years ago saying that if things progressed and the ways things moved then a million pounds would be a realistic expectation and you know, that's a figure that's worth holding onto

Happy Birthday to Charlie bit my finger


I dare say it might be the most interesting thing on your blog, though you do again, have yours truly to thank for that one.

Thank you, very much appreciated.

At least you're capable of recognising that you're an asshole that engages in pointless arguments. That is definitely one very obvious difference between us, because I write for purpose and I don't argue, and certainly wouldn't be caught dead doing so just for 'the fuck of it' as you seem to be fond of doing.

I never thought of it like that.

You're really quite fragile


You write badly formatted crap post-teen crap


Your posts aren't what I think anyone considers 'an enjoyable read'

Never claimed they were, to be fair to me here.

Until you have this many views on one of your posts (see attachment). The most 'read/established blog', that crown is also mine, especially seeing as 4,000 of those views were made within 3 days. You'll have to try a LOT harder though and quite frankly, I don't think it's possible with the content and style of writing you have.

I never knew such crown existed but it is undoubtedly yours.

You're lucky I don't have half a mind to come back and publicly ridicule you for the cheap hack you are. Well anyone with half a brain will realise after wasting time reading just one of your posts that there's nothing worth commenting on at all.

I am counting my lucky stars tonight.

About Me

I'm not going to work today! Going to count the minutes that the trains run late, sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.

All the people look like ants from up here!

We love this exaltation!!!

We want the new temptations!!!

It's like a revelation!!!

We live on fascination!!!

Love me till you die

And yet he envied them; the more he became like them, the more he envied them. He envied them the one thing that he lacked and that they had: the sense of importance with which they lived their lives, the depth of their pleasures and sorrows, the anxious but sweet happiness of their continual power to love. These people were always in love with themselves, with their children, with honor or money, with plans or hope. But these he did not learn from them, these child-like pleasures and follies; he only learned the unpleasant things from them which he despised.


The world had caught him; pleasure, covetousness, idleness, and finally also that vice he had always despised and scorned as the most foolish—acquisitiveness. Property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy. They had become a chain and a burden.

and then

He could no longer distinguish the different voices— the merry voice from the weeping voice, the childish voice from the manly voice. They all belonged to each other: the lament of those who yearn, the laughter of the wise, the cry of indignation, and the groan of the dying. They were all interwoven and interlocked, entwined in a thousand ways. And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world, all of them together were the streams of events and the music of life.

I would work six days a week 8-6 if it meant I could come back to me and you in a king size together with new carpet, an ensuite and blackout curtains and you putting the BBQ sauce back in the fridge

Hi Stranger.

It's been a while. I've missed you. It's okay, you can look at my butt. I feel like I can be vulnerable around you.

Do you like this tree I made? Cool, right? I thought it was cool. It's so hard to make things sometimes, you know? It just takes so much mental energy and I get so tired. I just wanna sit here and relax with you.

Wow, check out this sunset. It's so nice to stop and take all this in. Really makes you enjoy being alive. Even you. I love looking at you. I want to remember all your shapes.

Ah, beautiful.

I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I see you trying to do so many things at once, worrying about a decision you made, or worried that you said the wrong thing to someone. You're so hard on yourself. You're wonderful and worthy of being loved. You really are. You just have to let yourself believe it.

Well, I know you're really busy, and you probably have to go but I'm glad I got to see you for a minute.

I love you.

You're on your own In a world you've grown A few years to go Don't let the hurdle fall

So is that is how it is?

I'll wait

Time passes in the constant state

We late I'll wait Nocturnal