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Simitçi | Sıçan Mavi Kütahya'lı Lambeth
Walking
The Illusion of Prestige & The Myth of Elite Schools
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SONGLINE: Doing The Lambeth Walk, Harold Lloyd -
Safety First
YER: Dr.T5000, Lambeth Walk - Hong Kong, Kütahya, The
Clock Tower, Wombatistan
□✔ abojuice,
aus terör, coconut rough, cultural heritage, rem
0044 coconut rough | 1:09 | 10 Apr 2021
Simitçi | Sıçan Mavi Kütahya'lı Lambeth Walking
your fakınment, is right there
weren't taught
proper (pro'pah)
like some faux-cock'ney?
like some
faux-east-lodon'er?!
no, just a deep southern wall
screaming for the
northern hemisphere
from the Lambeth Walk in Hong Kong, a lot further
south
from the clocktower, hanging and swinging
my enthusiasm always
dies
whenever you show up
attempting to play piano chopsticks
but
your hands are chaffed
from the vaseline coke
at the strewn
opportunists' queue
folding cut-out origami
with your congo line of
cookie-cutter children
or like the shiny string of christmas tree balls
an expensive consumption (it is)
(you) coconut rough'ener
~iD-ENTiTY
Captain's Log, Post Mortem Report
[20240916_1911]
...during the journey through the coconut rough, along Pearly
Dönence Valiliği Kamyoncu Road, after finding the казахстанская
babanne from Kütahya ||~
There it was, thinking it was well-educated, but
unable to pull off a plausible British accent. That's all it ever was,
while it flunked on grammar ~ without even tossing in a little bit of Greek or
Latin salad. Was that really all it was? Just a game of mimicry for what
exactly? To build a larger flock of unsynchronised, individualist jelly
babies?!!
In their songs, they often lamented about cutting off the
road, without realising it was caused by the impossibility of an ocean.
The Lambeth Walk was a favourite, something Dad would always sing.
Delightful when we crossed paths with a street by the same name in Honk
Kong. Heritage, was the same knee gesture in the delightfully button`ed
Lambeth, as it was observed in the Zeybek dance from Kütahya.
I
forget the name of the opportunist who was hanging off the edge of a
building's clock. Harold Holt comes to mind, but it must've been another
kind of Harry, who wasn't associated with the naming of swimming pools.
The terror of the coconut rough however, was an awful night ~ leaving me
with the memory of minature ships, being cast inside their glass bottles,
followed by the vision of getting lost within a field of corn.
Safety Last! ..didn't start laughing, until Lloyd decided to build a
swimming pool in it/s name, parked on somewhere near Opportunity Street.
The
Bounty & the Coconut Rough provided a source of comfort, once upon a time.
It's long gone now, since the tapeworm transformed into a 5000 fingered piano.
The wounding from Mrs.Hoy in 3H, twisted your adjectives - as if
you were the latest act at the Taronga Circus. They continued to call that
a first class education, but it was no better than a pseudo-Oxford,
desperately trying to look prestigious by muckbanging his branding with a
Cambridge in Tashkent. Mr.Pulav Whateverthefakov kept milking for the
poorly qualified video eye candy teachers, to line up in his nepotistic
kindergarten boot camps. You moved on, by listening to the buzz of another
school, promising how your conformist cookie cutter children will receive
the best education possible--as if it/s success rate of accounting for
every single soul on their land, was a flawless 100%.
Cows never
stank up the turf at Wombatistan.
Please send the rest of it for
the zoo at Dubbo, darling. It was an awful ride ~// abort.
~ My Name Is Ayça, get used to it
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