Josh came to train, But only in a dream. Matilda came too, But only to view. Punching and blocking, Matilda jumped and barked! What else
Proletariat Blogging in the Heart of (UK) Predatory Capitalism! Exploring the Interface between Matter and Perception, Chinese Buddhism, Daoism, Hakka Ethnography, and All Aspects of Radical Politics, History, Psychology and Philosophy – 全世界无产者联合起来!
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Josh came to train, But only in a dream. Matilda came too, But only to view. Punching and blocking, Matilda jumped and barked! What else
‘We wondered down to Cockington Fayre, Did my true love and me. And there we spied ‘Orse & Cart’, And ‘ad ourselves Cream Tea’. A
Ripples of acceptance, Ripples of rejection… Stillness without movement, Peace without effort.
When I was a child, I was very mild. When I felt fear… I shed a tear. When I was a youth, I was a
Poetry writing, Morning yawns. Who knows…? Hedgerows stir. Dark – light, Birds – flight. Fish – flop… Doors – knock. Fresh bread, Dreadlocks share. Lion’s roar… What’s in
tumblr, Cannot Spell… Taliban, Cannot Smell. Tumblr, Imposes a ‘ban’… Just because of the, Taliban. Tumblr, Cuts my heir… Taliban, Grows my hair. Adrian Chan-Wyles