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A post to redneckognise.

I’m sunburned.



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Corienne 25-Aug-2016


“you out?!”
No just got home from the cinema (or something like this)
“I peed in a ports loo”
“Yeah!!!!! Drag queen karaoke”
[she was at the only gay bar/club in lincoln. clearly having a great time. i thought it was hilarious, not what I would call her scene. (lol it’s called the scene, inside joke made outside 4 u all xxxx)
“Copa cops cabana ……”
what? maybe she’s had a wee drink.
“Some girl just asked Caroline to lick her neck her back her pussy and her crack I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much”
Maybe lots of wee drinks hahahah

She had a great night, I wish I had been out it would have been fantastic.

I live in Manchester now, imagine how much of a ball she would have on canal street!


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If I only had to WERK and not work.

I would make art. I would paint and sew and draw grotesque character versions of my loved ones and strangers.
I would write songs and learn great songs on guitar.  would play my guitar at open mic nights and take it to friends’ houses and festivals and play for anyone.
I would read everything, I’d read until my eyeballs were stinging and all the words become wiggly worms.
I would run and climb and skateboard and learn origami folds off by heart.
I would learn be fluent in as many languages as possible. Probably in the following order:

  1. French
  2. Spanish
  3. Portuguese
  4. Polish
  5. Hindi
  6. Swedish or Danish
  7. German
  8. Mandarin
  9. Japanese
  10. Vietnamese

But before all of those I would learn sign language.
I would watch SO MANY movies. All kinds, with anyone, in any country, in any kind of setting.
I would never stop dancing. I’d dance until I died.
I would write poems, and stories and tell stories, write children’s books, adventure novels, plays, movie scripts, short art films, public speeches for big voices, articles for Vice magazine most likely.
I would make my own clothes, and make gifts for people all the time even if it wasn’t even their birthday or anything, just make a gift for them because they should have a gift.
I would make hilarious GIFs and memes, or more likely seek them out.
I would have a nap every single time I wanted to nap. No exceptions, No Ragrets.
I would volunteer with the elderly and spend time with kids, so I could appreciate my
I would listen to music all day and have my friends and that bring round CDs or whatever of their music and get cultured.
I would binge watch Ru Paul’s Drag Race, OITNB, The L word, Louis Theroux’s weird weekend, Attack on Titan, and Avatar Korra.
I would climb, learn to climb big huge fuck off rocks that look like ‘how the fuck could you climb that?!’.
I would lie down on my back for a whole day just day dreaming. Only breathing.
I would cook great feasts for whomever decided to come, learn new recipes everyday and get fat trying it all, but wouldn’t cause I would climb and run and skateboard and play songs to people. I would bake my own bread, and make birthday cakes for people without them asking, and even with them asking.
I would go to Iceland and look at art and get frost bite from staring at Aurora Borealis.
I would read lots about art and visit lots of galleries, maybe I already said that. I would do it again eventually anyway because the art would change I suppose.
I’d get to know the entire world, to at least acquaintance level.
I would have really long telephone calls that would just come to an end naturally as it felt right.

I would have more baths.                                                                                                          maybe.

and adopt at least 4 dogs.

xxxx G xxxx

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Corienne 13-Aug-2016

‘Happy birthday littlest sister!! I love you very much!!!’

Yayyy, sister love!!

xx G xx

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Too late mother fucker. (You hose You)

You don’t need me & I don’t deserve you

you deserve and need new.
I’m like old PVA glue
all tacky and dried.

You need to peel me off, throw aside.


I blame my ignorance
I played kid.
whenever I buzz, I think your name
Dig. no don’t be stupid.

I want to make you happy
I want you to make me happy.
That’s not how love works, love is more natural.
It grows without you knowing, then all at once you have it all.

You don’t think about love you just do love.

You shouldn’t worry or hurry or ask what they want for dinner just make
it’s rare that you get a second chance. & almost never a 2nd chance at a 2nd chance, that’s because you didn’t learn, didn’t grow. you didn’t change what you know. didn’t try, just lied that you were crying cause your heartbroke, a little bit, but mostly guilt.
you knew the right choice, but chose wrong, you chose you.

So let it the fuck go
Let her go. Let her be happy. you don’t get the privilege of her smile, nor the pride in her laughter.

Next time,
be smarter.

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Mum 13-Aug-2016


I read this out loud and JayJay said, who’s that from your mum hahahahahahahaha

i was liek ‘yeh.’

Love my ma. She may have a short temper and thrown clingfilm in the bin cause she can’t unroll it but she is the most strong willed and endless loving womans I know.


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Corienne 09-Aug-2016

‘On my muffin top, that’s the only way to describe it, wanted it higher but it will get sucked into the back fat’

Hahahah talking about a new tattoo she was getting. It was of a Mickey Mouse outline with a few flowers in it, all done in a dot work style. looks amazing.
It’s perf for her, she is a Disney Princess and an amazing florist.

xx G xx

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