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any tiny men to fall through a bit that's not there?

please send tiny men to fall through a bit that's not there

(even if you don't have any tiny men to fall through a bit that's not there, please send tiny men to fall through a bit that's not there)
 
Not saying you don't have email just that if you didn't you wouldn't of course.

look, i agree with everything you've said, I just don't agree with you

not saying that this means that i don't agree with what you've said, it's just that i went to lean on something that wasn't there and i've gone and fallen through the bit where it should have been
 
look, i agree with everything you've said, I just don't agree with you

not saying that this means that i don't agree with what you've said, it's just that i went to lean on something that wasn't there and i've gone and fallen through the bit where it should have been
I hear you bruv
 
Bad Penny said:
While today we young people may be blown like zephyrs on the howling winter winds of impenitent patriarchy, our anvil eyed gaze is fixed e’er forward, when we shall ride the shimmering breezes of spring’s dancing tomorrows.
Oh dear.... Purple prose much?
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Laurie in Chile reporting on yesterday's demos.

While today we young people may be blown like zephyrs on the howling winter winds of impenitent patriarchy, our anvil eyed gaze is fixed e’er forward, when we shall ride the shimmering breezes of spring’s dancing tomorrows.

:('




Is that Shelley?


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In the investigative spirit, I decided to reply to some of these “sugar daddies.” Using a dummy email address and the handle gigglesandsparkles86, I pretended to be a hard-up student, and painted a broad-brushstroke picture of a naive, bookish, ingenue, the sort of girl who likes kittens and bubbles and walks in the rain — and exists mostly in the imaginations of lonely men on the Internet or Zooey Deschanel sitcoms. I kept the details brief — “Amy” was 25, like me, a literature student finding it hard to make ends meet, and interested in more details about the arrangement. I had her respond to every ‘”sugar daddy” ad on Craigslist New York and Craigslist London on three separate days. When necessary, I sent a picture loaned by one of my prettiest and furthest-away friends, explicitly asking her for a shot in which all trace of human complexity would be hidden behind hair and sunglasses. It took approximately three minutes for the emails to start flooding in.

Sure it was. Less than investigative IMO . . . Anyway, bit odd.
 
Isn't this what she does all the time anyway?

So while pretending to be a hard up student she went undercover and pretended to be a hard up student

that nearly made my brain implode

It's like a Paul Auster novel, I bet later on in her investigations she met a young woman called Laurie who was imprisioned in a room by a sugar daddy publisher who forced her to write reams of appalling self interested crap journalism as she slowly wasted away into a pillar of silver.

Or something.
 
While today we young people may be blown like zephyrs on the howling winter winds of impenitent patriarchy, our anvil eyed gaze is fixed e’er forward, when we shall ride the shimmering breezes of spring’s dancing tomorrows.
That must be the worst sentence ever written by anyone, ever. There should be a criminal offence for this.
 
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