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to be honest, i trully, only remember four "things"                                       from primary school, the names:   danielle (brown hair, freckles),   michelle (a beauty from the philippines) & samantha (goregous curly amber     soaked hair, and a slightly chubby face, that only added to the exfoliating effect            for an added worth's of beauty), kerri-ann (ice-skater in later life); let's just say i began fancying girls, a little bit early, having started ************ aged 8, without *********** any ***** oh... dar she blows!                             and the catholic argument! what was the argument?                  where, ***** where baby, where foetus, what?! now you're ******* ******** on me with your quack quack quack... quack quack... miracle of life, fake awe stance...                   you ever ****** off and felt the pleasure from the muscles tensed, being relaxed and no ***** coming out?            i guess that's a no then...                    you "matured" until you got a ******* of phallatio from the opposite *** so your argument, comes from being impregnated by a woman's ego once she did some ****** act on you...      applause!              encore! more! more! more! more of these useful idiots! oh i'll rip this church to shreds, should i even have to die mad; teaching these high moral stakes to children at school, and you think? you think? there will not be a backlash?                          how about you crucify them fake like the jews tell their children to sing at a ******* bar mitzvah? can you hear the songs coming from cross of 13 year olds?   ******* sadists. oh no, you ain't having the high ground again, you had your chances... you ****** up,                                    start the degenerate programme escapade; start looking for your eyes    in your loved one's lost pair of spectacles lying somewhere in a dark alley;    just fake victorian on me once, and you'll see what happens when later desire to expose yourself as "modern" with a sex-tape...                 what a bunch of schizoids-anti-sapiens!
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
primary school memories (st. augustine's, barkingside)
to be honest, i trully, only remember four "things"                                       from primary school, the names:   danielle (brown hair, freckles),   michelle (a beauty from the philippines) & samantha (goregous curly amber     soaked hair, and a slightly chubby face, that only added to the exfoliating effect            for an added worth's of beauty), kerri-ann (ice-skater in later life); let's just say i began fancying girls, a little bit early, having started ************ aged 8, without *********** any ***** oh... dar she blows!                             and the catholic argument! what was the argument?                  where, ***** where baby, where foetus, what?! now you're ******* ******** on me with your quack quack quack... quack quack... miracle of life, fake awe stance...                   you ever ****** off and felt the pleasure from the muscles tensed, being relaxed and no ***** coming out?            i guess that's a no then...                    you "matured" until you got a ******* of phallatio from the opposite *** so your argument, comes from being impregnated by a woman's ego once she did some ****** act on you...      applause!              encore! more! more! more! more of these useful idiots! oh i'll rip this church to shreds, should i even have to die mad; teaching these high moral stakes to children at school, and you think? you think? there will not be a backlash?                          how about you crucify them fake like the jews tell their children to sing at a ******* bar mitzvah? can you hear the songs coming from cross of 13 year olds?   ******* sadists. oh no, you ain't having the high ground again, you had your chances... you ****** up,                                    start the degenerate programme escapade; start looking for your eyes    in your loved one's lost pair of spectacles lying somewhere in a dark alley;    just fake victorian on me once, and you'll see what happens when later desire to expose yourself as "modern" with a sex-tape...                 what a bunch of schizoids-anti-sapiens!
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
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