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that's the words i hear when i hear European films, esp. in French, Quarus! Dvór! Baganiet Buda! the cat just escaped into the night while i was refilling my glass... i end up feeling so outlandish, so Essex, so ******* caveman, so Darwinism making me feel it only writes English history... so ******* sorry... so ******* whatever... living in England for the past 20 odd years makes me miss continents, it even doesn't make me Icelandic... it just makes me ******* sad... it kinda makes me want to rap... establish the special relationship with America... well... n'ah, forget the biblical McKenzie... sleepers sprout from nowhere, my father played bridge and water-polo... i was caught catching pokemon...                  grew a beard and grew a satchel of fat... **** yeah mickey mouse!                  charcoal cha-cha smear and jokinie in French i want to sink this godforsaken place; every, single, time, i, hear, of America, in, England, i imagine rednecks equivalents in Dorset, never bothered to learn a line of parlez-vous... it eats at me... the laziness... the xenophobic cocksure libido... it ******* chokes me... i just want them to learn French, but they won't... they're sailing all the way toward Mars! i hope they bring back a bacterial meteor back to excavate an extinction... no, next week's Sunday isn't good either, to hold a receptive care for a lunch... ****** die; i'm starting to feel English claustrophobia... which means everyone has to speak English... **** me it feels like itchy honey smears up the **** ugh.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
Quarus! Dvór! Baganiet Buda!
that's the words i hear when i hear European films, esp. in French, Quarus! Dvór! Baganiet Buda! the cat just escaped into the night while i was refilling my glass... i end up feeling so outlandish, so Essex, so ******* caveman, so Darwinism making me feel it only writes English history... so ******* sorry... so ******* whatever... living in England for the past 20 odd years makes me miss continents, it even doesn't make me Icelandic... it just makes me ******* sad... it kinda makes me want to rap... establish the special relationship with America... well... n'ah, forget the biblical McKenzie... sleepers sprout from nowhere, my father played bridge and water-polo... i was caught catching pokemon...                  grew a beard and grew a satchel of fat... **** yeah mickey mouse!                  charcoal cha-cha smear and jokinie in French i want to sink this godforsaken place; every, single, time, i, hear, of America, in, England, i imagine rednecks equivalents in Dorset, never bothered to learn a line of parlez-vous... it eats at me... the laziness... the xenophobic cocksure libido... it ******* chokes me... i just want them to learn French, but they won't... they're sailing all the way toward Mars! i hope they bring back a bacterial meteor back to excavate an extinction... no, next week's Sunday isn't good either, to hold a receptive care for a lunch... ****** die; i'm starting to feel English claustrophobia... which means everyone has to speak English... **** me it feels like itchy honey smears up the **** ugh.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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