who needs literature as an ikea manual?

removed.polaroid-scrabble Poems

the focal point of integrating into english society is learning how to have comic value via sarcasm... bananas are gay! what?! they're bent! show me a straight banana... i don't mind abnomartalities in other fruits or veg... sure, cucumbers are straight, and gherkins are bent, sickle, communist, islamic, crescent moon... wait, wait wait a minute, i thought you asked me to incorporate into your culture? don't get the joke all of a sudden? can't be english then, even if you're english... oh right, not enough *** / whiskey running in your bloodstream... go into the toilet and puke some kebab bits out... i'm going to have another shot with this cossack friend of time... shore ahoy! "tipsy" sailor! in the gutter of a ****** or kissing the ropes with a ****** loverboy... **** the planks float, shit's fine with me, just don't you try to get it in my face, i'm cool with it coming near my shoes... but that's the limit, matey. once again, show me a straight banana, and i'll show you pear curvatures in an apple, and a mohican on a pineapple's tip that's frizzy-afro hedgehog punk. ******* bonkers ******** you'd get more febreeze cool shouting: torro! torro! at nothing more than your own shadow impressed against a brick wall. - yo! brin'g'ah m'eh a'h boo'ket 'oath a'h tick-tack-toes! - huh? - t'oh-m'ah-twos! - tomatoes. - y'ah tum-tums. - yeah, because a bunch of tomatoe throwing spanish freaks will **** that bull, when the toredor's blades didn't. - mon! - wha'? - shee won' b' e noo'veil... - **** me, i wasn't into hemingway anyway, the guy fish merlins off the coast of cuba, for all i care; i'd too take to a death in the afternoon, his finest "book", a shot of absinthe in a flute of champagne; i swear i almost mentioned veal.