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Sunday, November 27, 2016
"It doesn't take a genius to work out what ever-increasing house prices do to an economy. All that money is pissed away on rent or mortgages, with the only winners being the banks (which make a killing off the loans) and those who own more than one property (i.e. the wealthy). Everyone else drowns in debt or struggles to make ends meet, but each penny they spend on housing is a penny that is not spent elsewhere in the economy. More specifically, it is a penny that is not spent in areas of the economy that are actually productive, that actually employ people and that actually produce things.
This situation simply cannot continue. With ever-increasing house prices, employers have to pay higher wages, which in turn makes Britain less competitive on a global level. With no rent controls or restrictions on the numbers of properties people can own, a small number of people can effectively become feudal lords. That's not hyperbole: these people, who had capital to begin with and simply invested it in real estate before house prices got absurd, make millions of pounds simply by sitting on their asses and collecting rent each month. The people they live off actually work, and therefore contribute to society, but the landlords do not need to work - indeed, it is actually more lucrative to give up work altogether."
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Ventured to the west and returned by way of the south,
Damaged the axle of the wagon and she parted with the fight half started,
I called back and sent my echo bouncing off the canyon walls,
Eggnog on Tuesday without the wafers please,
So she came and delivered that fateful morn,
When I thought I woke with a yawn,
Don’t ask me why young inquisitive fawn,
She led me to the gilded palace of early dawn,
Where the range is home and we ride the slipstream in moonlight.
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Ten tonnes of crystal meth,
I couldn’t watch breaking bad because the nylon was too strong,
Instant sweat and bo
Like having a picnic on astroturf
So I got stuck in to game of thrones
Ee by gum,
Northern leather clad heroes smashing
Horrible roman perverts
Sweaty, yes, but smelly no.
All the grit and grime on screen did not have a whiff of stinky feet.
Same with Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.
No Odour. Pure clean mossy bank waterfall.
No noxious armpit stench.
But Break Bad, man that hummed. Turn it off I can’t take the smell.
Dead bodies, chemical labs, tension, surburban living rooms.
So I guess I’m a sucker for sweet smelling grime.
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these are just some unfinished trial lines for when I was doing the
thing inspired by Video Games by Lana Del Rey
Running up the snowflake
Method acting cop show
Putting down the dog bowl
Teacher’s name is Vishnu
Friends in Modadishu
Playing hideous games
Kids in little cages
Being killed by sages
He loves me not
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This day of fire and woody growth
The birds are woken, the bulbs do stir
I dreamt of clouds all tinged with rainbow
I saw great whales on beaches tremble
Fierce storms of sun fire pulsed through space
And shook our earth’s magnetic cloak
The poles did dance and left their homes
They shifted hearts and minds unwell
Confused the course of mighty mammals
Boats did sink and bodies swelled
Some pink faced men did shout in shame
Blamed others for themselves to gain
Yet beyond this fight for oil and god
The sun fires flares as if to say
I’ve all the energy you need right here
I am your creator let’s make that clear
Many of us feel deep inside
The power of the moon and tide
Yet the ball of fire we know so well
We miss what it is trying to tell
And as I awoke on Imbolc morn
This message in my mind was born
I’ll write it down and read it out
And share it with a friendly crowd.
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Heaven knows I’m chip shovelling now.
Dream on stiff granny chops!
Lanky William and his dandruff dandelion gerbil.
Gladys said never and I thought she meant harlequin baby.
Murmuring bushbabies in the dark night air terrified by Art Garfunkel’s vampire grimace.
Tether the hedgehog to the mainframe and sharpen your lawnmower blade.
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I got hipss ,
And I’m losing control
Coz the techno
Is rocking my soul
I did lay on for you a banquet
And you did feed on the feast
There were murmurs of a lighthouse
And an old fashioned leather seat.
Worshipping at dawn in a pleasant place
In stillness we gulped in understanding
The universe in our embrace
Then morning laughter
carried on to the day
Show each other the way thru
Emptiness where all is at play
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From the base I protrude
Shuffled from the city's hidden
And yes I'll aid in all your glory
If you let me tell my story
My carpet swept rid angst and fear
Then see and feel my beauty magic near
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If the wurlitzer played a moan alone by Rigsby,
If latitudes could be plucked by a pilotless jet plane,
If weddings and funerals were served up together on stormy Mondays,
If bucolic windmill sighs and slow mo recordings of buds opening were
last night of the prom show stoppers,
If memories of drifting fingers through ink black water and watching mesmeric phosphorescent trails could
be revived like a favourite play,
Then virtue would lay an unbreakable egg,
Then earth beams and girders would untangle and sing,
Then buff musclebound worms would fight the blackbird's beak,
Then wigwams and teepees would fly in to restore order,
Then Robert Maxwell would sip soup aboard a floating mirage.
Or perhaps a robin's nest would host Felicity Kendall's giggle.
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