gnarlybole
@gnarlybole.bsky.social
Once a creative director, now a shambling husk of a human. Paints, writes and pontificates. Tetryen obsessive. Proponent of asteroid-based extinction event.
And, given the opportunity, Fagash would have sent them all back. Which just goes to show how little we've progressed in 75 years.
November 14, 2025 at 6:46 PM
And, given the opportunity, Fagash would have sent them all back. Which just goes to show how little we've progressed in 75 years.
At least that Dud had real talent. Unlike our dud PM.
November 14, 2025 at 6:43 PM
At least that Dud had real talent. Unlike our dud PM.
Peripatetic might have been less loaded.
November 12, 2025 at 3:03 PM
Peripatetic might have been less loaded.
Perhaps if you phrased your question without the use of the perjorative term 'hobo' you might receive a more measured sample and response.
November 12, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Perhaps if you phrased your question without the use of the perjorative term 'hobo' you might receive a more measured sample and response.
Even though, at the time, we were neighbours of Bristol Airport, their ever vigilant customs officials pulled us aside on our return from a trip to an Amsterdam Christmas fair to spend 10 minutes delving with ungloved hands into a pack of innocuous brandy soaked raisins. Reader, we binned them.
November 11, 2025 at 9:56 PM
Even though, at the time, we were neighbours of Bristol Airport, their ever vigilant customs officials pulled us aside on our return from a trip to an Amsterdam Christmas fair to spend 10 minutes delving with ungloved hands into a pack of innocuous brandy soaked raisins. Reader, we binned them.
Beavertown Neck Oil Session. The very name makes me want to climb on the wagon and hope to never fall off.
November 9, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Beavertown Neck Oil Session. The very name makes me want to climb on the wagon and hope to never fall off.
Why is that *vague hand flap* things terrify me more than the more concrete vicissitudes of life?
October 29, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Why is that *vague hand flap* things terrify me more than the more concrete vicissitudes of life?