Lewis Pierson
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Lewis Pierson
@sirrobinkingfisher.bsky.social
I do balderdash, smut and miserabilia. So much so, it's probably a crime.
Sometimes..... it even rhymes.
But never all of the time.

Many pseudonyms including Sir Robin Kingfisher

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I remember always being at my #pinnacle but lately never, ever seem to win at all. It’s draining always failing, my mental health is ailing and I want to know when does it end. It’s a steep, hard climb and I don’t know if I’ve time to exit this slough and again reach the top. If ever I can? #vss365
#Dark was my Mood as I entered The Room, no Ray of Hope for the Outcome. Then, from Nowhere came Inspiration, I did joyfully receive it and went whither it led me. Answers impressed, Tales told in Jest met with welcome Ovation. Nevertheless, despite Success, I still detest a Social Situation
#vss365
February 12, 2026 at 7:33 PM
“Does that bother you?”

“Just a #touch!”

“Yes, I suppose it was. Just? That means that you mustn’t really mind?”

“I was being sarcastic, you filthy old man! Now take that hand off my knee and keep it and the other one away from me for the rest of the journey.”

“Woah, touchy, aren’t we?”

#vss365
February 11, 2026 at 7:54 PM
Dreams, mostly pleasurable, I rest well at night. Forget all the pain, from first snore ‘til I wake.
As consciousness returns, whether still dark or now daylight, memory and longing takes over and I #ache for the special connection that we once had. That it’s all now over’s driving me mad.
#vss365
February 10, 2026 at 7:37 PM
In preparation for his appearance on TV's Mastermind, Dr. Winston Salem #bones up on his specialist subject. His wife tests him on what she believes would be quite rudimentary for an esteemed surgeon of many years.

"The neck bone's connected to the ...?"

"No, it's just not sinking in."

#vss365
February 9, 2026 at 6:31 PM
Davie Derivative & The #Pale Imitations were the headline act on the Tobler One Stage at Chocolat Festival in the small Swiss village of Grandson. Beate and her pals had travelled from Champagne to see their favourite band. It is said that their screams could be heard as far away as Concise.
#vss365
February 8, 2026 at 8:09 PM
#Blood is four times thicker than water. If you needed a comparator, linear alkylbenzene, as used in most low pressure oil filled high voltage power cable networks would be a good one. But not in those cables that use IEC 60465 Class II insulating oils, as they would be 50% thicker still.
#vss365
February 7, 2026 at 12:10 PM
My psyche unraveled, my core unwound. I was not enjoying this new status I’d found. I’d persevered a lifetime but given up too soon. Discovering I had was the terminal #wound. And now I am present but not really here. People fail to see me wherever I appear. It isn’t great being dead.
#vss365
February 6, 2026 at 7:01 PM
I overcame my fear and entered the wood with you. After 15 minutes of you leading me, reluctantly, deeper and deeper into the unknown, we stumbled upon a cosy, quaint dell, a real “fairy glen”, aglow with a #lambent sheen.

“Here we are.”

You beamed with pride.

“You knew this was here?”

#vss365
February 5, 2026 at 4:00 PM
It’s that bipolarity in his playing style. As a doubles partner he has the apparent weightlessness to #ghost unseen into an attacking position at the net and then the physical presence and force to smash a winner from his opponents’ return. He’s useless as a singles player though.
#vss365
February 4, 2026 at 1:19 PM
“The #pain of Spain, lay plainly in the Main.”

That’s what you’d say, again and again and pray for rain to come wash this stain.

And I’d say, “And what of Britain. The sun never set on its murderous domain.”

In Lisbon, Paris, Berlin and The Hague their mea culpa was in no way less vague.
#vss365
February 3, 2026 at 2:13 PM
How much #soul are we born with? How much is damaged, corrupted by life events as we age? How much remains when we take our final breath & then, where does it go? I heard you can abuse your liver & it may recover. Hearts can be repaired, even replaced. When a soul is lost, can there be hope?
#vss365
February 2, 2026 at 12:07 PM
“It’s gone dark all of a sudden.”
“True, we don’t appear to cast any #shadow anymore.”
“Why do you think that is? There’s daylight ahead.”
“Perhaps we are in the shade of something.”
“It would have to be something pretty huge and getting closer.”
“I can’t see anything behind us.”
“Run!”
#vss365
February 1, 2026 at 7:36 PM
I wish you'd ease my troubled mind, #soothe my aching body. I don't care where we'd go, if you'd massage my brittle ego. Broken doesn't mean useless, unspoken yearnings burn less intensely than the screaming fire, we'd succumb to if I were to go there but I don't dare. No-one knows, no-one.
#vss365
January 31, 2026 at 5:54 PM
60s/70s. Sounds of my 70s.
“Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-ruuummm, th-rum, th-rum.” - H. Mancini.

“Thhh- rum, th-rum. Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum.
Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. I say.” - G. Gli*ter

Sounds of the 70s.

#thrum
January 31, 2026 at 1:03 AM
“Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-ruuummm, th-rum, th-rum.” - H. Mancini.

“Thhh- rum, th-rum. Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum.
Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. I say.” - G. Gli*ter

Sounds of the 70s.

#thrum
January 31, 2026 at 1:02 AM
“Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-ruuummm, th-rum, th-rum.” - H. Mancini.

“Thhh- rum, th-rum. Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum.
Thh-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum. Th-rum, th-rum, th-rum. I say.” - G. Gli*ter

Sounds of the 70s.

#thrum
January 31, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Obviously, indeed, take the time you need. Didn’t see it, myself. Wasn’t there. Wouldn’t be fair to guess or speculate. No, I could no less #obfuscate than elucidate, illuminate or elaborate. No, you’re not right, I don’t understand - “gaslight”? We’re all here for you in your time of need.
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 7:23 PM
My self-doubt & shyness was briefly on the #wane & I was on the #cusp of waxing lyrically, in a bid to impress you. Immediately, the disinterest showed on your face & my lip began to #quiver. I had to turn away, retreat in embarrassment, never to attempt again. Faint heart, fair maiden etc.
#vss365
January 28, 2026 at 5:07 PM
“Are yous taking the Michael? That joke’s not practical. I don’t take kindly to this kind of abuse. Think you’re ribbing me gently but I see no excuse for harming me mentally with your unkind #ruse.”

“Chill out, Mister. Your ulcer’ll blister. You’ve missed the gist, now the moment’s gone.”
#vss365
January 25, 2026 at 3:05 PM
“There’s many a #slip!”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s an idiom”
“It’s a what? And why are you calling me an idiot?”
“No, idiom, saying, many a slip when you’re trying to do something simple, like drinking from a cup”
“It’s easy, you would have to be an idiot to not be able to do that properly.”
#vss365
January 24, 2026 at 5:16 PM
Don't lose your shizzle, it's only #drizzle. I tell you what, miss, I'll let you share this ol' umbrella. 'Cause I'm that kind of fella. Well, I don't want this rain to ever stop pouring, a fine dry sky's just boring, your arm is in mine as we're walking, nervously you keep talking. Nice!
#vss365
January 23, 2026 at 4:01 PM
The tide of lust and opportunism would frequently #unmoor him from his chosen bollard. She didn’t like him to call her that but wasn’t too bothered about those couplings she couldn’t see. Besides, other, more exciting passers-by would often hook-up if they saw she was free.
#vss365 #canallife
January 22, 2026 at 8:26 PM
I flex with ease, #bend with the breeze, no muscles seize or skeleton breaks.
I’m light as a feather, can weather the weather and never, ever suffer from aches.
I float as a butterfly, soar through endless sky, or spring as I step with my everfresh feet.
No, I don’t. What am I talking about?
#vss365
January 21, 2026 at 11:10 AM
Angry, brooding doomclouds #loom large, casting their shadows over terrified townsfolk. Under their cover, the winged raptors rage, eviscerating mere mortals that fail to flee. In his chapel stronghold, an acolyte conjures, hoping against hope that he alone can fend off this latest attack.
#vss365
January 20, 2026 at 2:31 PM
Take it easy, don’t career, go too fast and you might #veer in an unintended direction, leaving the path you had wanted to follow. Or not, take your hands off the wheel and let the fates decide, there may be no obstacles with which to collide. And you’ll survive. No-one died. Enjoy the ride.
#vss365
January 19, 2026 at 4:48 PM