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My love for you grows day by day, every hour.
My heart does not want you to leave.
Raju pushed up the glasses he wore to the top and gave them a discreet wipe.
There was nothing to hide, but he felt awkward having them off.
"I …
I'd like to take a shower, first.
No, I mean, I'd like to take a shower … and then …"
He felt the words running together, incoherently, his tongue numb.
But he didn't care.
He was going to tell her the truth.
Raju tried not to look at the view, not to let the sea mar his view.
They were in a private bungalow, which meant no windows to let in the weather.
It was a simple apartment, in a kind of luxury resort Raju didn't know about.
There was an elderly woman in the room next to theirs.
She was sitting at the living room area, watching the TV.
Raju was silent for a moment, taken aback by the woman's existence.
She was staring at him.
"Can I help you?"
the woman asked him.
She turned to the TV.
― | (Latham Green), Monday, 5 December 2022 17:06 (one year ago) link
She wrote on Twitter: "This question has been so thrown around online recently and I am just so disappointed in the way people have misinterpreted me. That is not what I meant at all. We are all so passionate and when we are angry we say stupid things."
Following the backlash, she tweeted: "Tbh if I thought "slappin' fannies" made people uncomfortable then maybe I wouldn't have said it in the first place. Can we be grown-ups please."
Lily Allen’s new album My Thoughts Exactly is out now.
Words: Sam Prance
Pictures: Getty
Tabloid newspapers are renowned for manufacturing outrage. Most recently, they tried to twist news of the new Mcdonald’s “Happy Meal” to turn it into a nasty brand of fat-shaming.
Meanwhile, ordinary people have more pressing concerns. I hate-listen to Eminem, so I can totally understand why a fella might look for a quick thrill in YouTube.
But you don’t have to be a literal-minded chump to read the words “slappin’ fannies” and get all giggly
― | (Latham Green), Monday, 5 December 2022 17:11 (one year ago) link
eleven months pass...
after many prompts :
"On this silly planet where secrets unfold,
Confidential whispers, a story to be told.
Blank spaces like mysteries waiting to be penned,
In the reggae rhythm, where confidences blend.
In the ganja fields, where secrets softly sway,
Confidential breezes carry whispers away.
Hobbit, the keeper of our truths untold,
In this dancehall life, where stories unfold.
Blank pages of our journey, unwritten, unseen,
Confidential tales painted in red, gold, and green.
Hobbit vibrations, like a confidential song,
In the melody of life, where we all belong.
Confidential echoes in the silly planet's air,
Blank spaces filled with a rhythm so rare.
Babylon may listen, but the heart remains free,
In this reggae symphony of confidentiality.
Like Hobbits on a quest, through hills and dales,
Confidential footprints leave secret tales.
In Shire-like tranquility, where the green grass grows,
Whispers of reggae and Hobbit lore interpose.
Through Misty Mountains, where the confidential wind blows,
Blank spaces on the map, where Hobbits' courage shows.
Hobbit bless the Hobbits, in their hobbitry,
In this reggae Hobbiton, where stories are free.
Beneath celestial skies, where galaxies race,
A violet and purple deodorant vial finds its place.
From space, it descends, a cosmic embrace,
In the reggae rhythm, leaving trails of grace.
Yet amidst the stars, echoes of pain,
As celestial beings weep, a cosmic strain.
Confidential whispers now tinged with sorrow,
In the vast expanse, pain's universal borrow."
― | (Latham Green), Wednesday, 6 December 2023 15:42 (four months ago) link
one month passes...