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. ****** mantis... and playing the heavy-tow pixel scrap of a PS1 console... metal-gear solid... how much is a **** fetish? what, with songs like bunkertor sieben... me? i enjoy the fringes... makes me aware of possessing eyebrow, before i counter the urban argument of switching to zeppelin shit-storming the whole dictrum.... you can actually pick out that i'm quiet "desperate" succumbing to the tongue of "Odin", i.e.: i've exhauasted the English, the Latin, i'm just teased by the use of German.... i was up in arms with the whole atomic man... to a point... where... grammar was infringed... then i was like... nein, niet. nie plain and ******* simple no! the dead are not worth any take on reasoning to concern ourselves with a conversation... there's a recurrence to succumb to... a mind hidden beneath the white tinge... i seem to tend to "forget"... i know why the British decided to leave the European Union... eastern-European migrants... i know the **** chicken shop will open as usual... my ethnicity became a problem when they were the more capitalistic offenders of the pro workforce... that's how capitalism works: the more you're benign efficiency... the more... well... important as many pakistani immigrants... do i even look like i ******* care? i'm here, i'm not going anywhere... so now i'm your welcoming hands of a shamima begum being invited back into the circus? this isn't a nation, it's a circus... but i do remember england, circa 1997... i was deemed illegal back then... i was sent home packing... able enough to punch a brick wall from what appears the jews do, everyday, meat-heading silent the hakotel with a stipend for a moshpit attempt of analysis... look at me "talk" my bit... every time i land back in Warsaw i'm hit with a whiff of nausea from a the effects of a homogenous society, every time i land back in England, i also tend to find a new Norman, normal... of a society left to be experienced via a norm of... first come, fist served (no, there's no R in that sentiment)... post-colonialism... i'm left, riddled with the Eire... and the Picts... but there's still a part of me that says: enough of the Anglican-Zunge... let us return to the genesis, and tame some deutsche... i'm a realist in a ******* delusional society... it's probably akin to watching the partition of the polish-lithuanian commonwealth... the crux-zenith of the post-colonial nationhood... back "home"... i'm not at "home"... the only people i talk to are either old, or retired... back in England? whatever "England" is these days? me, you, clueless... i speak the tongue well enough to comply to economic migration of a chamaleon's misnomer for an ability to adapt... but? that's just it... if i adapt, and i am simultaneously unable to provide the prickly thorn assertion of copper... but... merely: simili cutis? oh... FAIL... i worship this tongue like a deity... because i found the french tongue begging... diacritical markers: my idiosyncrasy.... the reason why i'm teasing lessons in german? of the liberal sons... i came to find the strict fathers... and i know that the fathers are the harangue aloft levitating halos of a permanence with an attitude ascribed to excessive pride... such a sight to behold, though... a once framed opulance... become so riddle-infested by time, and all manner of the negation of ease (dis) having no better origin, other than in... counter to the semitic strict obligation of keeping the phonetic skeleton... to the letter... vowel (female) ** consonant (male) YX... allowing its free citizens the status of ronin... and the "reinvention" of the hieroglyphs of the emoji... :)... rule number one... don't think that, just because, you allowed people to attain the status of literacy... they would remain literate to an orthodox, standard, and would not deviate... disinhibit themselves into a the use of a degenerate phonetic encoding "language", akin to the emoji hieroglyph. you were wrong, i wasn't even born to predate the current problem with "said", words.
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
post-colonialism
. ****** mantis... and playing the heavy-tow pixel scrap of a PS1 console... metal-gear solid... how much is a **** fetish? what, with songs like bunkertor sieben... me? i enjoy the fringes... makes me aware of possessing eyebrow, before i counter the urban argument of switching to zeppelin shit-storming the whole dictrum.... you can actually pick out that i'm quiet "desperate" succumbing to the tongue of "Odin", i.e.: i've exhauasted the English, the Latin, i'm just teased by the use of German.... i was up in arms with the whole atomic man... to a point... where... grammar was infringed... then i was like... nein, niet. nie plain and ******* simple no! the dead are not worth any take on reasoning to concern ourselves with a conversation... there's a recurrence to succumb to... a mind hidden beneath the white tinge... i seem to tend to "forget"... i know why the British decided to leave the European Union... eastern-European migrants... i know the **** chicken shop will open as usual... my ethnicity became a problem when they were the more capitalistic offenders of the pro workforce... that's how capitalism works: the more you're benign efficiency... the more... well... important as many pakistani immigrants... do i even look like i ******* care? i'm here, i'm not going anywhere... so now i'm your welcoming hands of a shamima begum being invited back into the circus? this isn't a nation, it's a circus... but i do remember england, circa 1997... i was deemed illegal back then... i was sent home packing... able enough to punch a brick wall from what appears the jews do, everyday, meat-heading silent the hakotel with a stipend for a moshpit attempt of analysis... look at me "talk" my bit... every time i land back in Warsaw i'm hit with a whiff of nausea from a the effects of a homogenous society, every time i land back in England, i also tend to find a new Norman, normal... of a society left to be experienced via a norm of... first come, fist served (no, there's no R in that sentiment)... post-colonialism... i'm left, riddled with the Eire... and the Picts... but there's still a part of me that says: enough of the Anglican-Zunge... let us return to the genesis, and tame some deutsche... i'm a realist in a ******* delusional society... it's probably akin to watching the partition of the polish-lithuanian commonwealth... the crux-zenith of the post-colonial nationhood... back "home"... i'm not at "home"... the only people i talk to are either old, or retired... back in England? whatever "England" is these days? me, you, clueless... i speak the tongue well enough to comply to economic migration of a chamaleon's misnomer for an ability to adapt... but? that's just it... if i adapt, and i am simultaneously unable to provide the prickly thorn assertion of copper... but... merely: simili cutis? oh... FAIL... i worship this tongue like a deity... because i found the french tongue begging... diacritical markers: my idiosyncrasy.... the reason why i'm teasing lessons in german? of the liberal sons... i came to find the strict fathers... and i know that the fathers are the harangue aloft levitating halos of a permanence with an attitude ascribed to excessive pride... such a sight to behold, though... a once framed opulance... become so riddle-infested by time, and all manner of the negation of ease (dis) having no better origin, other than in... counter to the semitic strict obligation of keeping the phonetic skeleton... to the letter... vowel (female) ** consonant (male) YX... allowing its free citizens the status of ronin... and the "reinvention" of the hieroglyphs of the emoji... :)... rule number one... don't think that, just because, you allowed people to attain the status of literacy... they would remain literate to an orthodox, standard, and would not deviate... disinhibit themselves into a the use of a degenerate phonetic encoding "language", akin to the emoji hieroglyph. you were wrong, i wasn't even born to predate the current problem with "said", words.
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Feb 21, 2019
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