A spree tweeter and binge Junkie.
An enigma of optimistic pessimism.
A Conundrum with no clue.
Cleverly stupid.
Independently unfinaceable.
massive spliff head
Some days I like having an abnormal brain.
Most days I hate being different.
Solitude is a temporary blanket of invisibility, worn thin by the repeated use.
Yet still the best way to keep everyone else safe from being sucked into the vortex of madness that I exist in.
North Base - Hate by North Base on #SoundCloud
https://t.co/gJoA7ER3ON
When your heart has given up
And your soul has had enough
Raise your glass and make a toast
To the ones we hate the most🤨
👌😚💨💚
Linkin Park - The Emptiness Machine (MAPHRA Vocal Cover) by LizardWizard on #SoundCloud
https://t.co/0kArs8hb5W
I only wanted to be part of something
I only wanted to be part
Let you cut me open
Just to watch me bleed
Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be
Andy Burnham. Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
His words. Then what they mean.
"I know today's incident near RAF Fairford will be deeply concerning..."
I know. That is the tell. Not "I can assure you." Not "I want to be clear." I know. Because I knew before you did. I knew the IRGC named this base seven months ago. I read the briefings. I continued the policy that painted a target on British soil. I knew. And I did nothing. And now a pensioner knows too.
"My thanks go to Gloucestershire Police, Counter Terrorism Policing, our Armed Forces..."
I am naming everyone except the person who actually stopped this. A resident. An unnamed villager who looked out of a window at 00:45 and made a phone call. I will not thank her specifically because thanking her destroys me. Because the gap between her phone call and my department's silence is the gap between what a Prime Minister should be and what I am.
"I am especially grateful to those residents who have been asked to leave their homes..."
Grateful. I evacuated 85 families from their beds at 1.30 in the morning. Sent them to a leisure centre with a blanket and a cup of tea. And I am offering gratitude. Not answers. Not accountability. Not an explanation for how five men with three vans reached the perimeter of a base my own government put a target on. Gratitude. It is all I have. It is worth nothing.
"The safety and security of the public is our first priority."
This morning I told the BBC that a father of four was a racist. Instantly. Confidently. No hesitation. No lawyers. No "inappropriate to comment." A working man. A former soldier. A British father. Racist. Done. In seconds.
Five men. Terrorism Act. Bomb disposal robot. IRGC threat. Haniyeh's bodyguard with a British passport.
First priority.
"I would urge people not to speculate while the authorities establish the full facts."
I would urge you not to remember. Not to think. Not to connect this morning's arrests to the passport we gave Mohammed Naim. Not to connect the IRGC threat to the bombers I authorised from British soil. Not to ask how a Hamas weapons operative changed his name twice in suburban England while the Home Office never looked twice.
I am not urging caution.
I am begging for silence.
Because if you keep asking, you will find answers. And the answers have my name on them.
Andy Burnham. Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
He knew. He continued. He smeared a British father. He hid behind gratitude. He called it leadership.
You called 999.
Cut off my wings and
Come lock me up
Just pull the plug yeah
Ive had enough
Tear me to pieces
Sell me for parts
You are a vampire so here
You can have my heart
You can have my heart
You can have my heart
So come rain on my parade
Cause I wanna feel it
Come shove me over the edge
Because my head is in overdrive
Im sorry but it’s too late
And it’s not worth saving
So come rain on my parade
I think we’re doomed
I think we’re doomed
And no theres no way back
North Base - Hate by North Base on #SoundCloud
https://t.co/k1xajrIvNG
Fuel for the day 👌😚💨
Time to smash life and just be a lege,
On repeat
Forever 🖕😘
Work again in the morning, pretty much just because 🤷♂️
Ive realised that it’s better to just be at work if I can or im just sat here existing in this chair, slowly disintegrating.
At least if I graft my mind is occupied, it’s not like im missing any socialising. 🙄
Rova & A Little Sound - Low Down by UKF on #SoundCloud
https://t.co/keDmutGgKV
You gotta get with the
👌😚💨💚
Gotta get with the low down
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