Today I feel like posting my song "I Warn You".
It samples Neil Kinnock's speech from 1983: "If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday, I warn you not to be ordinary, I warn you not to be young, I warn you not to fall ill, and I warn you not to grow old."
Available on Spotify and Amazon and iTunes and wherever else you get your music.
@jk it's like Villeneuve movies: a shockingly large percentage of society can't distinguish between form and meaning and just pattern-matches on form.
Food ref, masturbation ref, Google Translate cy/en
A friend: "Caiff go dato stwnsh ond dyw hi ddim yn cael dim o'n sgewyll" (i.e. "She can have some mash but she can't have any of our sprouts")
Me: Oo, two nouns I don't know. Hey, Google?
Google: "She can go masturbate but she doesn't get any of our scum"
The dreams I plant in someone's mind may bloom as hope for humankind
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