dominyclements.bsky.social
@dominyclements.bsky.social
Composer, subcontrabass flute specialist, writer and other stuff.
Here’s the cover.
December 1, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Here’s the cover.
Phrase of the year, shurely.
December 1, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Phrase of the year, shurely.
“Trump.”
“I beg your pardon?” The voice had come from a figure sitting on the fence, previously unnoticed.
“Trump, it was.”
“What on earth do you mean.”
“Gottem to turn on the taps… water was supposed to put out all those fires but we gottit instead. Man’s a fool.”
Aha, that explained everything.
“I beg your pardon?” The voice had come from a figure sitting on the fence, previously unnoticed.
“Trump, it was.”
“What on earth do you mean.”
“Gottem to turn on the taps… water was supposed to put out all those fires but we gottit instead. Man’s a fool.”
Aha, that explained everything.
February 19, 2025 at 3:49 PM
“Trump.”
“I beg your pardon?” The voice had come from a figure sitting on the fence, previously unnoticed.
“Trump, it was.”
“What on earth do you mean.”
“Gottem to turn on the taps… water was supposed to put out all those fires but we gottit instead. Man’s a fool.”
Aha, that explained everything.
“I beg your pardon?” The voice had come from a figure sitting on the fence, previously unnoticed.
“Trump, it was.”
“What on earth do you mean.”
“Gottem to turn on the taps… water was supposed to put out all those fires but we gottit instead. Man’s a fool.”
Aha, that explained everything.
There are ALWAYS lions.
January 20, 2025 at 6:57 AM
There are ALWAYS lions.
I hate it when people reach a crescendo.
It’s such an anticlimax.
It’s such an anticlimax.
December 30, 2024 at 8:54 PM
I hate it when people reach a crescendo.
It’s such an anticlimax.
It’s such an anticlimax.
