At least they were better educated, a monoculture risen from the dead. There was debate, despite The State spoon-fed. Everywhere, the sound of the marching tread. It was frightening to get out of bed. Over time, for gone Prussia, a tear shed.
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End Game Police State
Refusing to be monitored the best policy, then play dead. That way, opposition neutered to the mongrel born in a shed.
Angela Gnomic
Who said there is strength in silence -- until a greater violence for perpetual silence, the victory of nonsense.
May 2nd
Recherche' Octet Plus
A dying country is frightened to see the writing on the wall, the Neanderthal clamour in mobbed playground and the pantry going bankrupt without the wherewithal.
Textspeak
The debate is on : has the brain re-wired left language behind, thinking, unhired. After gibberish, no writing, fired. Not in the job enough to get tired.
May 15th
Bond Market Challenger
Burnham is a Manchester idiot with a gauche smile, over-confident. We need Thatcherite monetarism with painful cuts, by every prism. For the Insurer, int. rate five per cent lifts cost of cover, for an incident.
May 16th redactable if he fails
Inner City Sextet (Camden)
Return of the brain dead, the Neanderthal who will never enter a Cathedral. The endless black robe ought to be worn green and the the heavenly meadow left unmown. We want young women from Botticelli, of Primavera, and tasting jelly.
May 19th for Camden New Journal riposte
Fascist Burnham Octet
The photograph said it all : him gawping, and not Jack Hawkins, Everton playing Football, in the cheer proletarian Game of The Proles, loved by men of evil like the Blair Goebbels, Campbell, and Maxwell and they jawed together, the greatest fan. Collectively, they were supremely stupid and at the shown scoreboard, bore on rigid.
May 23rd sui generis, this not rectractable
Deep Mind AI
Apparently, it is near a railway station or two, in the vicinity Euston. Can it rival Wordsworth at The Simplon ? Can it propagate, and not be wanton.
