Posts by Riddley Walker
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i have a theory nobody has any idea what anybody says, we're all in a smiling dance of feigned understanding
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Leda steeled herself and looked up to face P1 and P2.
Leda: I think the voice you can hear is Deborah. Bubby said this might happen and now it has.
The taste of meth soaked chips now burnt in Timmy's nostrels, stirring memories his loved ones had tried so hard to erase. with each breath he began to struggle more violently, until a claw partly emerged from the sack.
Leda: Hold him in, he can't come out. Not yet...
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who was there che?
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The thing that bugs me more about her writing is the 'politics is a game' cynicism
music to my ears Terrence. skepticism is essential, but cynicism breeds disengagement and alienation in the masses, while the rich keep on voting.
I know it's just a bit of a gossip column but...
actually that makes it twice as effective as a propaganda platform. if it were overtly political people would filter it differently. because it's styled as it is, it's more like just a slice of life 'that's how it is' kind of thing. only it always has a political edge, is always redneck populist 'anti-PC', and always just happens to be pro-National.
i'm thinking about putting an add in offering a reward to anyone that can cite any piece of Listener writing Joanne Black's done that doesn't miraculously support her husband's boss's position.
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P1: There's something you should know, Leda
P1: It's about Deborah. She's disappeared.
Leda: But she can't disappear, we need her for the gestener.
P2: Control reckons it may have been the methylated spirits, but I have another theory...
Timmy (muffled): it smells like.. potatoes.. in here...
P1: Well where ever she's gone, the Shining Cyling Path is in jeopardy without her...
Leda: Perhaps we could make chips?
P1: What is it with you guys and forking potatoes?Suddenly the G lit up, and from it came a small, distant voice.
It was Deborah... -
in his hand is a bicycle puncture repair kit - a device long since banned in these parts.
Maria knows if Vittorio is found with this thing, there will be trouble for all in the village. -
Vittoria enters.
He is dishevelled and Maria looks knowingly at his purple-stained fingers -
looks like it was even more aptly named than expected.
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ok, might have gone off the boil a bit there, a bit half-baked that mash up.
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Inside man: Them be beautiful potatoes... Flo, them be angel potatoes
Outside woman: he who controls the potatoes Bubby...
boy in sack: Pizza cat?