It's a good question that ! Apparently everyone should have one these days. A side-hustle, that is. It was on the news this morning .... and this young lady told us we needed one. I've come to the conclusion that this is my side-hustle. Writing all this birding stuff ... .... and the other stuff I write about Welsh/French/Spanish/German. [I tend to do it at the going down of the sun, and in the morning.] Whereas the "main" thing is the whole humdrummery of life itself. I like that word ... humdrummery. Especially as I've just made it up. So .. your main job/work/whatever you do is one thing. Humdrummery. It pays the bills, gets the sink unblocked, takes the rubbish out. Your "side-hustle" is a sort of "second job" .. often because you have to. Often because it's a change .... something you do because you want to. So that's that sorted ..... After her, there was another woman telling us that .. .... "women were changing The Rules of Poetry !" I didn't know there were any. And if there are, I certainly don't take any notice if them. She also told us that " Keats was dead." Er ...... yes..... Blimey ... I've just heard That a poem about a bird for example doesn't have to rhyme or scan or any of that conformist and conventional gormless stuff and if you can't find owt to rhyme with gannet stuff it ! But I wouldn't want to do any of that I mean, think what might happen if Linnet don't never rhyme with nuffink, innit ? and anyway why do the lines have to be in line I've no idea, and what if I made shearwater into watershear just so it would rhyme with wheatear suppose I backwards all it write could I but why ? and anyway, who's to say ¿ ♣ s ♦ s ♠ s + ♥s everythingeventuallyfallsaparts ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For the 73½th time, I thank you for your attention ! I think I made a couple of points there ... and points mean prizes. I also think that this would be in order ... I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? These sensations barely interest me for another day, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away. It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand, On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land, Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now, I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow. What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again, I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends, Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know, I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling, Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling. What he needs is one of those "Side-Hustles" like wot we've got !
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