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Listening to my voice recordings,
kept to remind me never to sing
in public, sounds awful, to think
I inflict this on my family
It is a wonder they still tolerate me
now it makes sense why Tiaan al-
ways offer me pills to silence the
noise, my voice sounds terrible
I shall sing softly to myself, never
expose others to this; this dark day
of punishment has been saved by
Pratchett - Unseen Academicals
I love his irreverent definition of
poetry: get a girl kindly disposed
to make her take off her vest
comical humour at its best
I love his critique of society, beautiful
Juliet paid for causing dreams, no brain
required; soccer hooliganism, men with
whips creating fighting machines
When humanity does away with whips,
rules and regulations, replacing it with
respect for freedom -
A new civilization would come about for
the first time - life would become
worthwhile for people like me...
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