I'm beginning this blog with no idea what I'm going to write about. I usually have a vague idea. Today, I've been wiped out, so nothing is coming.
We are at the end of empire consuming ourselves up our own arse, filling it with shit we don't need. This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but constipation.
Xmas adverts are shit. Buy this for your child or they will be tormented by the more fortunate/ nasty children who will call them Xmas gyppo forever.
Buy your wife a present from our shithouse blood diamond murder warehouse, or accept that you don't love her enough, and all those kids in africa died or were mutilated in vain.
Buy our shit food, that is so processed its not actually animal any more.
Get our toilet roll that doesn't work and will give way under the despair of your Xmas shit.
Go to church if you like, and pretend to care about your fellow man.
Wow. Narky.
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