my phone alarm went off and it was labelled, 'Brad Pitt'

i dunno why
but have you ever come across a Somersetshire mob?
i'm talking squalls and screams in the night
sister of Satan stuff
i'm looking for people with a reputation for learning
and sobriety 
will i find them?

i look through other alarms on my phone to see what they are called.
one reads, 'pretend to celebrate St. Crispian's Day'
i was intending to get in tons of balloons and pie

i saw the F1 movie and have recreated the press conference scene
in the kitchen. i am getting cheekier by the day.
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