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.*but i wasn't obviously going to go far down this "worrisome" route for too long, maybe like ten minutes... i had to think of something relaxing to do... i looked in the mirror: **** the wild-man of Essex! beard, shaggy, the neck barely visible... hair like Mozart composing, or as the Poles say: hair like a wkuriony Chopin ****** off Chopin)... **** better do something about it... ah... there's only one thing that can lighten my mood and this whole, tirade... a visit to the local traditional Turkish barbers... so i ****** off... in went the wild-man of Essex... out came well-groomed human being, not a sign of his werewolf past to be seen on him... ah... this is the 4th time, proper, that i visited the barbers (prior to? long hair... after? a shaved head like a Buddhist monk)... god... just sitting there with closed eyes... i'm starting to think that going to the barbers is better than *** i was never into blocking someone, esp. if someone is liking your stuff, but it happened to me with that poetess on here,        i wanted to know how it feels, to just randomly block someone who really enjoys your stuff...              and then... **** gone, never to be seen again...    Wattpad is basically a fascistic website to boot this thread of thought... who the hell gets booted off a platform for starting a cordial conversation? - but i really did wake up with a moral hangover...    excuses?              irritability...            there's just a certain level of conversation i can take,                               i can't get the pedant out of me... i really can't... i tried and i tried,   notably because when speaking to natives, i see them lazily doing this or that, while i come with an acquisitive perspective, hence the furthered acquisitive impetus to further this acquired language... while the natives are like: blah... it has been given to them from birth...      and conversations, after having completed a...     well for me it was an exhausting poem, the desire to finish it before off the rails with the bourbon instigated a thirst, matched with irritability...                **** i hope i can unblock the guy and apologize... spare of the moment thing...             well... if i can't... i know what it feels like:            not being on the receiving end... so... that's one plus from all of this. p.s. that sort of direct messaging language, aged... 40?              how can i talk to someone who's older than me, on that level... (looks up his profile page)... huh?              so i didn't block him? *Dennis Willis's profile is not visible because they have blocked you.* and i still have the block option handy... mind you... i didn't wake up today recollecting some pretty    trippy ********
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
waking up with a moral hangover: the pedant / at the turkish barbers
.*but i wasn't obviously going to go far down this "worrisome" route for too long, maybe like ten minutes... i had to think of something relaxing to do... i looked in the mirror: **** the wild-man of Essex! beard, shaggy, the neck barely visible... hair like Mozart composing, or as the Poles say: hair like a wkuriony Chopin ****** off Chopin)... **** better do something about it... ah... there's only one thing that can lighten my mood and this whole, tirade... a visit to the local traditional Turkish barbers... so i ****** off... in went the wild-man of Essex... out came well-groomed human being, not a sign of his werewolf past to be seen on him... ah... this is the 4th time, proper, that i visited the barbers (prior to? long hair... after? a shaved head like a Buddhist monk)... god... just sitting there with closed eyes... i'm starting to think that going to the barbers is better than *** i was never into blocking someone, esp. if someone is liking your stuff, but it happened to me with that poetess on here,        i wanted to know how it feels, to just randomly block someone who really enjoys your stuff...              and then... **** gone, never to be seen again...    Wattpad is basically a fascistic website to boot this thread of thought... who the hell gets booted off a platform for starting a cordial conversation? - but i really did wake up with a moral hangover...    excuses?              irritability...            there's just a certain level of conversation i can take,                               i can't get the pedant out of me... i really can't... i tried and i tried,   notably because when speaking to natives, i see them lazily doing this or that, while i come with an acquisitive perspective, hence the furthered acquisitive impetus to further this acquired language... while the natives are like: blah... it has been given to them from birth...      and conversations, after having completed a...     well for me it was an exhausting poem, the desire to finish it before off the rails with the bourbon instigated a thirst, matched with irritability...                **** i hope i can unblock the guy and apologize... spare of the moment thing...             well... if i can't... i know what it feels like:            not being on the receiving end... so... that's one plus from all of this. p.s. that sort of direct messaging language, aged... 40?              how can i talk to someone who's older than me, on that level... (looks up his profile page)... huh?              so i didn't block him? *Dennis Willis's profile is not visible because they have blocked you.* and i still have the block option handy... mind you... i didn't wake up today recollecting some pretty    trippy ********
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Nov 21, 2018
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