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.university was such a bad idea... i'm starting to think... isn't university the place where only women and rapists are admission worthy?! forget the men... you're on your own!               gorgeous lisp... Fionna from Fraserburgh... worked in a nightclub to pay for a mandolin, and play her maggie may... outside her window... her sweetness imbue of honey and the letter G stumbling into a "stutter".... and? one detail... she loved queen's innuendo... the ooh ooh bit and the otherwise Spanish rodrigo in-between composer... i left Edinburgh... because my heart was not into it...   my eyes were... but in my heart...     i was not standing on an island, but an iceberg...        too many English private school educatde kids... too much interconnected meritocracy bargains... said via grandfather earned ditto position through the connectivity of his, father's father...    no...               i won't have that ******** hanging before me like a carrot, while i play the donkey...   sorry... no...     shouldn't have lied about your mother being your sister, and your grandmother being your mother...      then?! Leningrad would have made sense! thankfully?         it still doesn't! and doubly thankful for it that i am, in saying: it, never, will!
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
about a girl: a reply to an ex-girlfriend's question
.university was such a bad idea... i'm starting to think... isn't university the place where only women and rapists are admission worthy?! forget the men... you're on your own!               gorgeous lisp... Fionna from Fraserburgh... worked in a nightclub to pay for a mandolin, and play her maggie may... outside her window... her sweetness imbue of honey and the letter G stumbling into a "stutter".... and? one detail... she loved queen's innuendo... the ooh ooh bit and the otherwise Spanish rodrigo in-between composer... i left Edinburgh... because my heart was not into it...   my eyes were... but in my heart...     i was not standing on an island, but an iceberg...        too many English private school educatde kids... too much interconnected meritocracy bargains... said via grandfather earned ditto position through the connectivity of his, father's father...    no...               i won't have that ******** hanging before me like a carrot, while i play the donkey...   sorry... no...     shouldn't have lied about your mother being your sister, and your grandmother being your mother...      then?! Leningrad would have made sense! thankfully?         it still doesn't! and doubly thankful for it that i am, in saying: it, never, will!
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
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