What Happens When....
The shit hits the fan?
Bloody simple : those with their hand near the power controls switch it off.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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The question is this Zola :-
" Who is or are the fan(s)?"
This is ambiguous. Which do they switch off? The fan or the shit? Or both?
We shall see after tonight's "free" vote at the Palace of Weatminster [aka Much-Armtwisting-Behind-the-Scenes].
It is too late to be ambiguous.
Optimistic, or
even,
asking down at the old pull and push.
Whip me, whip me with your sytem stick until I begin to like it and feel sooooo safe.
Why did I waste my time?
Was it hope?
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