BardPharts

Are you running it at more than 45rpm?

Flying into a war zone to avoid UK tax? They need to give their head a wobble.

Feed The Beast This great beast wanders our world, feeding from ignorance, each individual thoughtless action nourishes. Continual consumption, never satiated, pushing forward awful persistent belligerence. We all ignore our suffering as it flourishes, our pointless lives left completely emaciated. every quick search every purchase every download every cool stream every AI use Devours your drinking water and all your power, this ravenous spout of unending plagiarised filth spills out across our world, corrupting every future. Mirrors man’s ineptitude, these illusions empower their need for cheap icons from some fashionable plinth. Surely there’s a way that’s more than just a rumour. @BardPharts 12 January 2026

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I just drink the chicory Like a coffee, but without the coffee, much better.

Many thanks for the repost🙏

Facing The Storm At first, unremarkable wisps of cloud, cool breeze turns leaves, flash their pale underside. Some miles yet to go, before I’m inside. Ominous billowing. Big sky’s dark shroud. Unannounced, full force, I fear what’s in store. Great trees thrash, branch, heavy with leaf, succumb, slows my progress. Drench, torrential downpour! Rain, cold, down my warm back, my nose now numb. Gusty wind, often caught unawares. Head down, heading home, through deeper puddles, by swollen river’s edge, down this dark path, flicking its tongue, fierce, wild foamy beast scares. Last few yards, safe home! End my damp struggles. Now, stoke the log fire and run my warm bath. @BardPharts 14 August 2025

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They could have done with the extra vote in Texas.

Nearly 1k liked this post but only 300 signed 🤦🏻‍♂️

Execution I sit quietly in this darkened cell, before me remains of my last meal, served. On my journey to this place, I now dwell. Though, my punishment due, is undeserved. I have, alas, protested much, in vain. A dour priest did give blessed sacrament. This! An impending end, brutally slain. Though the earth still turns in its firmament. Now, through bars, I see my last bright sunrise. Now, I will take this injustice calmly. Now, that the hooded axe man’s blade beckons. Now, before me is the block where one dies. Now, they help me lay my head down softly. Now, I will pray through these last few seconds. End @BardPharts 14 September 2025

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Even so. It’s a lot of money.

Why is Jennerick on this morning? His constituents didn’t elect a reform candidate. 🤬

Designs On Love To measure this love from high like a dove, no width can allot, to depths we know not, Try! Resist its course, don’t yield to its force. It has other plans, submit to its demands! @BardPharts 11 February 2026

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It’s pronounced “Piss Poor”

Maybe somebody should try running on an America First ticket. 🤷🏻‍♂️

The American dream 🥳

Yes, but isn’t America on the side of the Russians?

That's bollocks. Only British citizens are allowed to vote now. Daily Mail again proving that they are not worthy.

Nobody threw it a bone? 😉

Many thanks for the repost 👌

Let the green thing run for a bit longer till they are all back on their toes.

Beauty From Darkness Despite the moon shining through the windows, darkness still creeps around the drawing room, from flickering candles dripping wax pours. Raw deathly stillness hangs cold, like a tomb. Standing before the table knife in hand, she now feels her great power build slowly, with blood on her knife they’re at her command, raising demons and all that’s unholy. Standing before him, mistress of the world, knowing his ways, she crafts her words with care. This selfishness to her trade will enthral. Got her wish, around her such power swirled, filled wrinkles, trimmed her tummy, plumped her hair and freshened the dahlias in the hall. @BardPharts 1 November 2025

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It’s normal that the billionaires should be worried. 😉

Bad Weather My tent, pitched on this high mountain, vibrates as the wind scuttles past. I’ve supplies enough to maintain, Mahler on headphones drowns the blast. My little damp boat still struggles, storm rigged, she rolls from beam to beam. Howls from rigging, the sea bubbles I lean back, listen to it scream. Sheep from high moor are safe in barns, no night to be out from shelter. Chimney blows back smoke, my wife darns, jug of warm ale, storm’s a belter! Rain driven wind, dims the grey road, wipers rendered more than useless. Fatigue, frustration, traffic slowed, pull over, driving is hopeless. @BardPharts 15 August 2025

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Apocalypse Somehow, I don’t remember this apocalypse, only heinous lies on politicians lips So many boarded graffitied shops and innocents killed daily by cops. Did I sleep through our apocalypse? Is it really too late for us to fix? So many people sleeping rough, even for those who work, life’s tough. We’ve seen films about the apocalypse, is it maybe just our eyes playing tricks? Everywhere there’s more disorder, they lay in wait around the next corner. How to avoid the next apocalypse? With shallow millionaires taking the piss. Skin colour’ll make you a target they treat you like a piece of carpet. We reject this man made apocalypse, we are also due our days of bliss. As our world they openly destroy, an end to their wealth will bring us joy. @BardPharts 10 January 2026

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Fessenheim, France

Too deep for a pattern for leather cutting 🤔

Quid is always singular 🤦🏻‍♂️

Karma has a sense of humour.