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I’d swoop down upon you each night and stand before you as a silhouette, as a shadow, as a black canvas upon which you paint the faces of all those you loath, as an embodiment of your fear—I’d force you to face your fear, which is at the root of all evil; afraid of change, afraid of difference, afraid of unanswerable questions you’ve held your tongue, spat your lies, chanted your curses, lifted your arm in the air.
Inspired by the never ending cycle of work and play that takes us from school and delivers us conveniently by the graveyard, Talking Soup shares the stories of everyday life however mundane or extraordinary.
Always so drunk on Thursday these days. #ThatFridayFeeling has taken on new meaning.
#backtowork after a bank holiday. If it's like having two Fridays in a week then it's also like having two Mondays
It is hard to understate exactly how much I hate my job. #WORK Anyone else?