ZILCH-CHAPTER 8-CARE-1ST THIRD: While the Pink stays unknown to our Smith without sight He can easily tell that this voice holds might The steps flash twisting, metal shapes into view Wires coil, tipped with wriggling hands two The hands grab a hold of our Smith's flubby frame Multiple attempts before a successful claim The hands spurt fluid from each shiny palm Causing all our Smith's muscles to simultaneously calm Unable to move, his digits attempt to gain freedom As a response, his teeth begin to travel in tandem Up one shoulder and up the opposite To try to see if the hands can be bit

ZILCH-CHAPTER 8-CARE-2ND THIRD: Nibbling fierce, bending bolts and screws But they won't budge, no matter how many chews Our Smith accepts that he has been physically matched Then begins to speak, to find a way unattached "WeLl, I gUeSs YoU hAvE mE iN yOuR sTeElY gRaSp! WhAt WoUlD pErSuAdE yOu To LeT lOoSe YoUr ClAsp?" Pink flashes again, this time freeing an entire step And from underneath, a Machine repeats without pep "You are a fallen Smith, a missing Link from your Chain You will now be judged, whether you are able or lame" A face made up of a visor and puppet like hinges Begin to shudder and shuffle in starkly Pink flinches

ZILCH-CHAPTER 8-CARE-FINAL THIRD "Hold still, fallen Smith, or you will be thrown away Regardless of our decisions, there will be no delay" Radiant rays rate our Smith's quality and potential Each part it burns on his body is consequential "AaHhHhH iT hUrTs! It BuRnS! pLeAsE sToP! pLeAsE..." The Machine doesn't listen to our Smith's crying pleas It continues its job, disregarding all pain "Looks like you are worth some extra strain."

ZILCH continues with Chapter 8, Care!

Our Smith has found himself in another pickle, but this one feels colder, less hostile, more....programmed.

Please give me your theories and opinions below! And follow along with the hashtag #zilch !

ZILCH Chapter 9, Hair, will release next week!

Thank you👥

ZILCH-CHAPTER 8-Care: While the Pink stays unknown to our Smith without sight He can easily tell that this voice holds might The steps flash twisting, metal shapes into view Wires coil, tipped with wriggling hands two The hands grab a hold of our Smith's flubby frame Multiple attempts before a successful claim The hands spurt fluid from each shiny palm Causing all our Smith's muscles to simultaneously calm Unable to move, his digits attempt to gain freedom As a response, his teeth begin to travel in tandem Up one shoulder and up the opposite To try to see if the hands can be bit Nibbling fierce, bending bolts and screws But they won't budge, no matter how many chews Our Smith accepts that he has been physically matched Then begins to speak, to find a way unattached "WeLl, I gUeSs YoU hAvE mE iN yOuR sTeElY gRaSp! WhAt WoUlD pErSuAdE yOu To LeT lOoSe YoUr ClAsp?" Pink flashes again, this time freeing an entire step And from underneath, a Machine repeats without pep "You are a fallen Smith, a missing Link from your Chain You will now be judged, whether you are able or lame" A face made up of a visor and puppet like hinges Begin to shudder and shuffle in starkly Pink flinches

"Hold still, fallen Smith, or you will be thrown away Regardless of our decisions, there will be no delay" Radiant rays rate our Smith's quality and potential Each part it burns on his body is consequential "AaHhHhH iT hUrTs! It BuRnS! pLeAsE sToP! pLeAsE..." The Machine doesn't listen to our Smith's crying pleas It continues its job, disregarding all pain "Looks like you are worth some extra strain."

ZILCH-CHAPTER 8:

Care

Assessed, uncomposed, company latches and guides by the nose.

#zilch #chapter8 #care #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 7-SHARE: Upwards is his destination Lost is his designation No call from Stars above No message of half-hearted love Green reconnects with Red to combine As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine His journey so far has been to hone and refine It is all he can muster, so far out of line No matter his blindness, he saunters past The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find Green and Red splotches on a watery rind Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case Wriggling his body to scream from his face "CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?! i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!" The steps begin to brightly glow A clear departure from ash and shadow The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink "A fallen Smith is a missing Link."

ZILCH-CHAPTER 7-Share-1st Third: Upwards is his destination Lost is his designation No call from Stars above No message of half-hearted love Green reconnects with Red to combine As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine His journey so far has been to hone and refine It is all he can muster, so far out of line No matter his blindness, he saunters past The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes

ZILCH-CHAPTER 7-Share-2nd Third: Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find Green and Red splotches on a watery rind Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case Wriggling his body to scream from his face "CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?! i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"

ZILCH-CHAPTER 7-Share-Final Third: The steps begin to brightly glow A clear departure from ash and shadow The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink "A fallen Smith is a missing Link."

ZILCH-CHAPTER 7:

Share

What once worked once, now picks up runts.

#zilch #chapter7 #share #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 6-Trash-1st Third: Handwritten by Myself. Our Smith's dorsal in violent recline Begins to rise from a great decline A shoulder sets right, up into the socket A hip sends shivers, boiling up like a rocket Shapely and stoic, taking up a stronger stance Webbed feet emerge, formed from the manic dance Along with the teeth, the fingers and the toes The digits are now sharing a body with their foe's Still, without eyes, the journey will be trouble Still, our Smith, pushes on through the rubble Still, the Cot, seperates warmth from the cold Now, the Names, travel through ashes to behold

ZILCH-CHAPTER 6-Trash-2nd Third: Handwritten by Myself. Our Smith has reached the edge of the Cot Now a little further from green and red rot The temperature rises and rises and never peaks And along with it...small, quiet, swelling squeaks "ShInEr, BrIdGe, TrIdEnT, JiA, KoLe, NoUgAt, PoRtEnt, QuIlLa....." Our Smith is shuddering in rigorous motions The bellows bend, and blow away notions "MiLnEr, GeRiL, SuIkOpIna, BlItHe, NuMbEr 6, SeEya-" Our Smith turns their ear to the now silent flame And finds his current situation a shame With no way to see, his trek will be tough So tries to recall what made his meal have enough

ZILCH-CHAPTER 6-Trash-3rd Third: Handwritten by Myself. The teeth in his face, still gooey and gross Twist in and out, in absence of a nose And replaced in the centre of his malforming mug They line, all but one, in a mouth all snug Taking the deepest breath he can muster His chest glows red, without a green luster And blasts out a shout, into the Cot's cluster "DiD aNyOnE nOtIcE a MiSsInG Smith? Up On ThE SeAt? NeAr ThE ZeNith? WeLl I'm DoWn bY tHe Cot, Stuck AlL oN mY oWn! PlEaSe, cOuLd SoMeOne wIth eYes Guide tHe UnKnOwn?" ..................... Bellows bend and blow away ash Our Smith stands alone, among the trash.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 6:

Trash

The words come out, but no-one's around.

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#zilch #chapter6 #trash #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 5-Crash-1st Half Handwritten by myself. Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame Kept right by a massive bellows' aim To forever burn the very same Until our Smith laid a claim Squirming sections growing in clumps The digits laced with another's lumps And now their mystery is laid bare for all As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall Stationary, stuck in stagnant time Internally, crimson constricts into lime Two Forged make a single Stray Becoming two with one DNA

ZILCH-CHAPTER 5-Crash-2nd Half Handwritten by myself. Muck Mashed Maniacal Man Stands Strong Suffering Scan For Friendly Faces Flamed Trying To Thrive Tamed smith Shaped smith So boss Blows Bowels Broke Life Lives Long Late stars Shine Short "FaTe." *CRASH*

ZILCH-CHAPTER 5-Crash: Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame Kept right by a massive bellows' aim To forever burn the very same Until our Smith laid a claim Squirming sections growing in clumps The digits laced with another's lumps And now their mystery is laid bare for all As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall Stationary, stuck in stagnant time Internally, crimson constricts into lime Two Forged make a single Stray Becoming two with one DNA Muck Mashed Maniacal Man Stands Strong Suffering Scan For Friendly Faces Flamed Trying To Thrive Tamed smith Shaped smith So boss Blows Bowels Broke Life Lives Long Late stars Shine Short "FaTe." *CRASH*

ZILCH-CHAPTER 5:

Crash

Lumps laid secrets bare, the Boss will not share.

#zilch #chapter5 #crash #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 4-ASH-1ST HALF Handwritten by myself. One, two, three, angled Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled "We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!" The stomach's foot wriggles with glee Amalgamation is the only way Our Smith knows and begins to pray No warning mouthed before the clasp Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp Triple digits move swiftly and quick The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot Devoured by a trap the other sought

ZILCH-CHAPTER 4-ASH-2ND HALF Handwritten by myself. "HoW cOuLd YoU? wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?" The question dwindles, quiet and cruel As our Smith digests, then takes a rest And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest Further over into the dark We who have eyes see it stark A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot Where many Names are burned and forgot.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 4-ASH One, two, three, angled Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled "We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!" The stomach's foot wriggles with glee Amalgamation is the only way Our Smith knows and begins to pray No warning mouthed before the clasp Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp Triple digits move swiftly and quick The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot Devoured by a trap the other sought "HoW cOuLd YoU? wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?" The question dwindles, quiet and cruel As our Smith digests, then takes a rest And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest Further over into the dark We who have eyes see it stark A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot Where many Names are burned and forgot.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 4:

Ash

Free from chains, a sliver remains.

#zilch #chapter4 #ash #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 3-SNATCH-1ST HALF Handwritten by me. Into the Hatch, drop by drop The metal melted like the crop Sizzling ooze falls onto a floor And begins to feel a little sore Still no eyes, no lungs, no aim Digits pull and push its frame Outward sounds, crashes, pounds Begin to be heard, as fear surrounds Ears, but not quite shaped like ours Are the next to form in these early hours Yet just as green and red get comfy A grating shrill comes from newfound company

ZILCH-CHAPTER 3-SNATCH-SECOND HALF Handwritten by me. Their location is hard to properly state This starless cavern below the Fate Forgers don't dare stoop this low Whatever is here won't approach slow The sounds in the silence, let words free "WrIgGlE aBoUt, WiThOuT We?" Tumbling turns to playful pursuit When from a stomach protrudes a foot It winds its ankle, without a crack And stamps down harsh, with an attack The Smith is pinned, spreading his patch While five more digits manage to snatch.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 3-SNATCH Into the Hatch, drop by drop The metal melted like the crop Sizzling ooze falls onto a floor And begins to feel a little sore Still no eyes, no lungs, no aim Digits pull and push its frame Outward sounds, crashes, pounds Begin to be heard, as fear surrounds Ears, but not quite shaped like ours Are the next to form in these early hours Yet just as green and red get comfy A grating shrill comes from newfound company Their location is hard to properly state This starless cavern below the Fate Forgers don't dare stoop this low Whatever is here won't approach slow The sounds in the silence, let words free "WrIgGlE aBoUt, WiThOuT We?" Tumbling turns to playful pursuit When from a stomach protrudes a foot It winds its ankle, without a crack And stamps down harsh, with an attack The Smith is pinned, spreading his patch While five more digits manage to snatch.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 3:

Snatch

Flames forge and assimilate the past.

#zilch #chapter3 #snatch #poetryseries #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

#The #Trumpee #Zilch #ShittyWar #Doctrine

ZILCH-CHAPTER 2-Hatch-1st Half No slits watching, the lumps draw near Reforming slowly, the Peak becomes clear Forming fingers, then twitchy toes Returning quickly, from Smith's Repose Streaky strips of pus aligned On a cage organically mined Stars above a starless glove Where fingers coil to give a shove Lumps leap down from the Seat Toes and fingers, strike and meet Wilting flowers with every catch Further, further, 'til it feels a latch

ZILCH-CHAPTER 2-Hatch-2nd Half Writhing round the handle's shape It has no strength as a mangled cape Searching inwards, with no eyes "A SiNgLe pRoBlEm HoLdS mAnY LiEs" Like how the plant changed temperaments The carcass embraces the elements Hugging the hatch, its metal form A searing goo begins to swarm.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 2-Hatch: No slits watching, the lumps draw near Reforming slowly, the Peak becomes clear Forming fingers, then twitchy toes Returning quickly, from Smith's Repose Streaky strips of pus aligned On a cage organically mined Stars above a starless glove Where fingers coil to give a shove Lumps leap down from the Seat Toes and fingers, strike and meet Wilting flowers with every catch Further, further, 'til it feels a latch Writhing round the handle's shape It has no strength as a mangled cape Searching inwards, with no eyes "A SiNgLe pRoBlEm HoLdS mAnY LiEs" Like how the plant changed temperaments The carcass embraces the elements Hugging the hatch, its metal form A searing goo begins to swarm.

ZILCH- CHAPTER 2:

Hatch

Open wide to see how they cried.

#zilch #chapter2 #hatch #poetryseries #handwritten #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

ZILCH-CHAPTER 1-Zilch-First Half Written by my own hand. Barmy blacksmiths, forging Fate Smack-dab, smashed and working late Stuck deep in and wrenching wrists Tattered skin on itchy fists Spewing salty starless space Into eyes and all over face The wall and put your best foot on A boxy board housing Spawn Groggy gauges, clicking close To the time the Boss had chose Feeling funny, one Smith exits Others watch him through their slits

ZILCH-CHAPTER 1-Zilch-Second Half Written by my own hand. Lined looking, between blades Hanging hazards, shovels and spades Their brother's bowel blows and boils As life's liquid bursts and soils Clothes clamped, stammered sound Shrieking lumps, lurching around Weapons washed, in red and green The first, and last, blacksmith seen.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 1-ZILCH Barmy blacksmiths, forging Fate Smack-dab, smashed and working late Stuck deep in and wrenching wrists Tattered skin on itchy fists Spewing salty starless space Into eyes and all over face The wall and put your best foot on A boxy board housing Spawn Groggy gauges, clicking close To the time the Boss had chose Feeling funny, one Smith exits Others watch him through their slits Lined looking, between blades Hanging hazards, shovels and spades Their brother's bowel blows and boils As life's liquid bursts and soils Clothes clamped, stammered sound Shrieking lumps, lurching around Weapons washed, in red and green The first, and last, blacksmith seen.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 1:

Zilch

Their body rests near the tallest Peak.

#zilch #chapter1 #poetryseries #handwritten #mapl3syruppoetry #iloveyouall

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It is of my opinion that the people are intending
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コレ聴きたい。
大人の事情で配信は無理だろうけど…
中古CD探してこようかな。
#zilch

Nice piece painted down at the skatepark by @zilch_cammero . . .

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Our Smith's dorsal in violent recline Begins to rise from a great decline A shoulder sets right, up into the socket A hip sends shivers, boiling up like a rocket Shapely and stoic, taking up a stronger stance Webbed feet emerge, formed from the manic dance Along with the teeth, the fingers and the toes The digits are now sharing a body with their foe's Still, without eyes, the journey will be trouble Still, our Smith, pushes on through the rubble Still, the Cot, seperates warmth from the cold Now, the Names, travel through ashes to behold Our Smith has reached the edge of the Cot Now a little further from green and red rot The temperature rises and rises and never peaks And along with it...small, quiet, swelling squeaks "ShInEr, BrIdGe, TrIdEnT, JiA, KoLe, NoUgAt, PoRtEnt, QuIlLa....." Our Smith is shuddering in rigorous motions The bellows bend, and blow away notions (MORE ON NEXT PAGE)

"MiLnEr, GeRiL, SuIkOpIna, BlItHe, NuMbEr 6, SeEya-" Our Smith turns their ear to the now silent flame And finds his current situation a shame With no way to see, his trek will be tough So tries to recall what made his meal have enough The teeth in his face, still gooey and gross Twist in and out, in absence of a nose And replaced in the centre of his malforming mug They line, all but one, in a mouth all snug Taking the deepest breath he can muster His chest glows red, without a green luster And blasts out a shout, into the Cot's cluster "DiD aNyOnE nOtIcE a MiSsInG Smith? Up On ThE SeAt? NeAr ThE ZeNith? WeLl I'm DoWn bY tHe Cot, Stuck AlL oN mY oWn! PlEaSe, cOuLd SoMeOne wIth eYes Guide tHe UnKnOwn?" ..................... Bellows bend and blow away ash Our Smith stands alone, among the trash.

NAMES ARE TAKEN AND BLOWN AWAY, LIVES ARE LOST FOR THE BOSS'S PAY.

ZILCH-

CHAPTER 6-TRASH

The words come out, but no-one's around.

#zilch #trash #poet #poetess #poetry

Fire's Cot ebbs and flows a flame Kept right by a massive bellows' aim To forever burn the very same Until our Smith laid a claim Squirming sections growing in clumps The digits laced with another's lumps And now their mystery is laid bare for all As all clumps shatter, reforge and stall Stationary, stuck in stagnant time Internally, crimson constricts into lime Two Forged make a single Stray Becoming two with one DNA Muck Mashed Maniacal Man Stands Strong Suffering Scan For Friendly Faces Flamed Trying To Thrive Tamed smith Shaped smith So boss Blows Bowels Broke Life Lives Long Late stars Shine Short "FaTe." *CRASH*

OUR UNIVERSE IS BUILT TO LAST, AS LONG AS IT CAN FORGET THE PAST.

ZILCH-

CHAPTER 5-CRASH

Lumps laid secrets bare, the Boss will not share.

#zilch #crash #poetess #poet #poetry

Killing Joke - #Eighties

👉 Soundtrack to my Teen Years :)

Happy Birthday. Today, Jan 16, 1961 – #PaulRaven, English bass player ( #KillingJoke, #Prong, #Godflesh, #Zilch, #Society1, and #Ministry ) (d. 2007) was born.

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One, two, three, angled Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled "We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!" The stomach's foot wriggles with glee Amalgamation is the only way Our Smith knows and begins to pray No warning mouthed before the clasp Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp Triple digits move swiftly and quick The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot Devoured by a trap the other sought "HoW cOuLd YoU, wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?" The question dwindles, quiet and cruel As our Smith digests then takes a rest And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest Further over into the dark We who have eyes see it stark A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot Where many Names are burned and forgot.

DEVOUR EACH OTHER, RESHAPE YOUR BODY.

ZILCH CHAPTER 4👥️

ASH🔥

Free from chains, a sliver remains.

#zilch #ash #poet #poetess #poetry

Hiya everyone!
I'm sick the last few days, and I imagine you are all wondering what "Zilch" really is!
It is my first long form poetry series, not too different from "Don Quixote"!
Anyway, I wanted to ask for your opinions and theories so far!
On other things too if you like!
I love you all!💖
#zilch

Into the hatch, drop by drop The metal melted like the crop Sizzling ooze falls onto a floor And begins to feel a little sore Still no eyes, no lungs, no aim Digits pull and push its frame Outward sounds, crashes, pounds Begin to be heard, as fear surrounds Ears, but not quite shaped like ours Are the next to form in these early hours Yet just as green and red get comfy A grating shrill comes from newfound company Their location is hard to properly state This starless cavern below the Fate Forgers don't dare stoop this low Whatever is here won't approach slow The sounds in the silence, let words free "WrIgGlE aBoUt, WiThOuT We?" Tumbling turns to playful pursuit When from a stomach protrudes a foot It winds its ankle, without a crack And stamps down harsh, with an attack The Smith is pinned, spreading his patch While five more digits manage to snatch.

Flames hiding names.

ZILCH-CHAPTER 3:

SNATCH

Flames forge and assimilate the past.

#zilch #snatch #poetess #poet #poetry

No slits watching, the lumps draw near Reforming slowly, the peak becomes clear Forming fingers, then twitchy toes Returning quickly, from Smith's Repose Streaky strips of pus aligned On a cage organically mined Stars above a starless glove Where fingers coil to give a shove Lumps leap down from the Seat Toes and fingers, strike and meet Wilting flowers with every catch Further, further, 'til it feels a latch Writhing round the handle's shape It has no strength as a mangled cape Searching inwards, with no eyes "A SiNgLe pRoBlEm HoLdS mAnY LiEs" Like how the plant changed temperaments The carcass embraces the elements Hugging the hatch, it's metal form A searing goo begins to swarm.

HATCH AND LATCH

ZILCH:

CHAPTER 2-HATCH

Open wide to see how they cried.

#hatch #zilch #poetess #poetry #writer

ZILCH Barmy blacksmiths, forging fate Smack-dab, smashed and working late Stuck deep in and wrenching wrists Tattered skin on itchy fists Spewing salty starless space Into eyes and all over face The wall and put your best foot on A boxy board housing spawn Groggy gauges, clicking close To the time the Boss had chose Feeling funny, one smith exits Others watch him through their slits Lined looking, between blades Hanging hazards, shovels and spades Their brother's bowel blows and boils As life's liquid bursts and soils Clothes clamped, stammered sound Shrieking lumps, lurching around Weapons washed in red and green The first, and last, blacksmith seen.

Red and Green Watercolour, borrowed from Google.

ZILCH-

Their body rests near the tallest peak.

#zilch #poetess #poet #poetry #writer

mr bean is wearing a suit and tie and making a funny face while standing in a laundromat . ALT: mr bean is wearing a suit and tie and making a funny face while standing in a laundromat .

The number of times over the past 25 years that I’ve actually wanted excel to convert long numbers in imported csv files to scientific notation… #Zero #Zip #Zilch #Nada

Funding Raises: #Anyshphere $2.3B Series D; #Chaos $510M Series D; #Clio $500M Series G; #D-Matrix $275M Series C; #Gopuff $250M; #Forterra $238MSeries C; #Genspark +$200M Series B; #CornerstoneRobotics $200M Series D; #Zilch $177M Debt & Equity; #HighviewPower £130M Series B

what should my new goal be????
top 1% is possible maybe esp the more people decide to join #throne and make nun #zilch

over this rain. we aint had a dry day for seems like forever..... that horrible paddock the house is situated on - grass growing so fast- ugh i need a rideon mower.. with coffee holder

^++++++^^^ thing- orange tree has flowers .!!!!!!!!.

we didnt get ANY oranges earlier this year
#zilch

Over the last 25 years, federal spending on research on ME/CFS has averaged one dollar per patient per annum. Since coming to power, the Albanese obviously felt this was unsustainable, so they dropped the grant value per patient by … one dollar. #zilch #auspol

He can’t win anything without cheating because he has nothing to offer. #NOTHING #NADA #ZERO #ZILCH 🖕🏼

MUFC have won 26 major trophies since Everton FC last won one.

This is the paradigm through which I titter at any Toffee trying to have a go,

@gwedlid.bsky.social
@cbobblers1878.bsky.social
@brianwoolfinder.bsky.social

If I were you'd Id be embarrassed to even cross my timeline

#nada
#zilch