Kidcobbler Rides Again

Monday, 18 November 2024

THE SUBJECTIVITY OF ART

I told my wife I wished I was Bob Ross

So she permed my hair into candy floss.

Kidcobbler at 07:39

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Kidcobbler: Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.

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