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Chier…
Could you share this bodily discharge moment?
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Watched Ken Loach’s Kes again this weekend. First time in a long long time, not since my father took me to see it when I was a young kid myself. My memory hasn’t betrayed me, it is a powerful film; harsh and beautiful all at the same time. Further proof, if proof be needed, that social realist poetry shits all over postmodern irony.
