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**** me... what a long title...      anways... i'm sitting on my windowsill, thinking: **** knows what...   then it starts raining...         i mean, its the springtime piss-down moment... akin to an operatic crescendo!            i swear the nights were warmer in april... anyway... i'm downing my third bottle of czech beer... outstreching my hand to catch the raindrops... looking at the sky, saying: bruised, like the colour of plums... and i'm catching these raindrops with my outstretched hand...       reminding myself regarding what i said... ah... yes...                sunny...                  that's what english humour does to you, you become satirical... or just plain obnoxious...        ridicule prone...       yeah....                                             "sunny"; what a load of dangling ******** to muster,   akin to the bells of st. paul's, dangling with their ding-dongs like uvulas in the ****** throat of man...         where's the choir of tonsils?        and third parties, regarding the said "utensil"?              it's ******* down, equivalent to an indian monsoon... and all i can come up with it: oh look... it's "sunny". ugh;     the english are certainly stoics...                        with such miserable weather, in spring, who can blame them, not being pessimists.   how else do "write" it?                    oh, **** me, imagine existential books written by the french, "borrowing" the spanish:        inverted question mark:                                                            ¿ego? no, seriously, how to they speel.... spell it?                           cheque? checkmate? just checking? right, inverted commas... you need two?                                                     so it's not a case of ditto? chequers?                      qua sirs?                                                   checkers? it's still a mystery to me...     it's ******* down, and it's late spring... and all i have is the very english "optimism" of a one word answer:           sunny!                            yep... that's how it goes around here... it's raining... but all you end up saying:                                         oh look! it's sunny!                      god, this is becoming really abysmal; i'm starting to think that, slitting your own throat...      isn't really that much of a bad option... it's the only option. then again, the heat oozing from a place like texas   or, nevada...      i'd be mad enough to cut my testicles off, and start bashing my head with them, from the heat.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
exagerrated ridicule of english weather in spring
**** me... what a long title...      anways... i'm sitting on my windowsill, thinking: **** knows what...   then it starts raining...         i mean, its the springtime piss-down moment... akin to an operatic crescendo!            i swear the nights were warmer in april... anyway... i'm downing my third bottle of czech beer... outstreching my hand to catch the raindrops... looking at the sky, saying: bruised, like the colour of plums... and i'm catching these raindrops with my outstretched hand...       reminding myself regarding what i said... ah... yes...                sunny...                  that's what english humour does to you, you become satirical... or just plain obnoxious...        ridicule prone...       yeah....                                             "sunny"; what a load of dangling ******** to muster,   akin to the bells of st. paul's, dangling with their ding-dongs like uvulas in the ****** throat of man...         where's the choir of tonsils?        and third parties, regarding the said "utensil"?              it's ******* down, equivalent to an indian monsoon... and all i can come up with it: oh look... it's "sunny". ugh;     the english are certainly stoics...                        with such miserable weather, in spring, who can blame them, not being pessimists.   how else do "write" it?                    oh, **** me, imagine existential books written by the french, "borrowing" the spanish:        inverted question mark:                                                            ¿ego? no, seriously, how to they speel.... spell it?                           cheque? checkmate? just checking? right, inverted commas... you need two?                                                     so it's not a case of ditto? chequers?                      qua sirs?                                                   checkers? it's still a mystery to me...     it's ******* down, and it's late spring... and all i have is the very english "optimism" of a one word answer:           sunny!                            yep... that's how it goes around here... it's raining... but all you end up saying:                                         oh look! it's sunny!                      god, this is becoming really abysmal; i'm starting to think that, slitting your own throat...      isn't really that much of a bad option... it's the only option. then again, the heat oozing from a place like texas   or, nevada...      i'd be mad enough to cut my testicles off, and start bashing my head with them, from the heat.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
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