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/                   as i am pretty sure all americana feels about "us": oh 'ook, 'ere comes old man europe,            no hemmingway, and no so: as the casual english expression solidifies exchanges: just across the atlantic:                             the, pond... haven't the foggiest...      i'm "new" here,    and even i find these english prims & pomps and idiosyncracies a bit debilitating... today i walked from my home with a knife in my pocket... why... why?!                          apparently it's worse than new york, a belt as a qusimodo boxing glove won't cut it,    given that that:    requires a formal introduction, prior to a fight...     guns guns guns...      over 'ere we 'ave knives knives knives... and politicians can't exactly ban them... no, not really... ban knives, soon you'll be banning forks, then spoons...    and then...    the whole ******* kitchen... we'll all be eating out, in public, cheap cheap cheap, cheap restaurants like the slovakians eat in...     can you even imagine that while in st. petersburg i didn't see, not one mcdonalds...     same so in moscow:                    not a single mcdonalds... it was like a: relief...   a bit like only seeing africanos only, but not elsewhere other than warsaw; erm: afro-saxons?             sure! we have them in england, plenty of afro-saxons...                 so now afro(x) is not pop-up frizzy hair, bundled into a french bun...                     type of... "thing"? **** yeah!                                 hit the spot! oh old man europe...       tired and yet, and yet tired of his riches,    how craving the old trenches of Ypres... the belgian mud, the rain,                         the rats and crows... europe: lament over libya... or even pseudo-neo-rome lamenting over carthage being destroyed... in reverse -               abbrv. into - orior carthago! was it cato the elder who persisted counter to this? as heidegger would have put it: that's not even question-worthy.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
old man europe and carthage
/                   as i am pretty sure all americana feels about "us": oh 'ook, 'ere comes old man europe,            no hemmingway, and no so: as the casual english expression solidifies exchanges: just across the atlantic:                             the, pond... haven't the foggiest...      i'm "new" here,    and even i find these english prims & pomps and idiosyncracies a bit debilitating... today i walked from my home with a knife in my pocket... why... why?!                          apparently it's worse than new york, a belt as a qusimodo boxing glove won't cut it,    given that that:    requires a formal introduction, prior to a fight...     guns guns guns...      over 'ere we 'ave knives knives knives... and politicians can't exactly ban them... no, not really... ban knives, soon you'll be banning forks, then spoons...    and then...    the whole ******* kitchen... we'll all be eating out, in public, cheap cheap cheap, cheap restaurants like the slovakians eat in...     can you even imagine that while in st. petersburg i didn't see, not one mcdonalds...     same so in moscow:                    not a single mcdonalds... it was like a: relief...   a bit like only seeing africanos only, but not elsewhere other than warsaw; erm: afro-saxons?             sure! we have them in england, plenty of afro-saxons...                 so now afro(x) is not pop-up frizzy hair, bundled into a french bun...                     type of... "thing"? **** yeah!                                 hit the spot! oh old man europe...       tired and yet, and yet tired of his riches,    how craving the old trenches of Ypres... the belgian mud, the rain,                         the rats and crows... europe: lament over libya... or even pseudo-neo-rome lamenting over carthage being destroyed... in reverse -               abbrv. into - orior carthago! was it cato the elder who persisted counter to this? as heidegger would have put it: that's not even question-worthy.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
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