Help me keep Ben in biscuits and blankets!
Help me keep Ben in biscuits and blankets!
Now I’m bored, and I don’t have another dinner to eat to entertain myself.
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Now I’m bored, and I don’t have another dinner to eat to entertain myself.
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Come and be my colleague!
Tutorial Fellow and Professor (or Associate Professor) of English Literature, ca. 1780–1914, at Balliol College, Oxford.
Details: www.balliol.ox.ac.uk/balliol-peop...
Come and be my colleague!
Tutorial Fellow and Professor (or Associate Professor) of English Literature, ca. 1780–1914, at Balliol College, Oxford.
Details: www.balliol.ox.ac.uk/balliol-peop...
I'm talking, like, sometime this afternoon/evening
I'm talking, like, sometime this afternoon/evening
#art #beautifulbizarre #francesfeatherstone #realism #contemporaryart #figurativeart
#art #beautifulbizarre #francesfeatherstone #realism #contemporaryart #figurativeart
To be fair, I have no idea what would speak to my mood right now, as it’s a complex mood. The Lottery, but it’s also a romance with dragons?
To be fair, I have no idea what would speak to my mood right now, as it’s a complex mood. The Lottery, but it’s also a romance with dragons?
NO AI PLEASE!
NO DMs PLEASE!
NO AI PLEASE!
NO DMs PLEASE!
Me: sure.
Kids: no really.
Me: I don’t live under a rock. I’m not cool but I pay attention.
Kids: stare at me for a minute, wordless moment of communication, both just leave the room.
Me: sure.
Kids: no really.
Me: I don’t live under a rock. I’m not cool but I pay attention.
Kids: stare at me for a minute, wordless moment of communication, both just leave the room.
That was then, this is now; look around our new premises, see our new (old) machines, discover how things have changed, while still remaining the same. Made by us, made in Shropshire, made in Britain.
There, not too far, stands a middle-aged woman. Her mouth is inhumanly wide. Her smile is black, from ear to ear.
You look away, then back. It's still there.
Ten heartbeats later, she removes the hair clip from her mouth.
There, not too far, stands a middle-aged woman. Her mouth is inhumanly wide. Her smile is black, from ear to ear.
You look away, then back. It's still there.
Ten heartbeats later, she removes the hair clip from her mouth.