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i've been synthesising my sleeping pattern for 9 years, i haven't experienced lucid dream for wakes upon turning 365 x 9 equal for 3285 mornings, or afternoons, i can drink lukewarm whiskey & coke and feel happy, but i managed it, simulating the natural byway into sleep and mythology, nine years of synthetic sleep patterns, i should have been encrusted in the Auschwitz medical experiment of sleep deprivation, thank **** no Muslim will mind wearing satan's postbox - unless you're willy-nilly and Lenin and politically correct - like bi-, swings both ways, they tried to shoot Trump while i got a spare tire to boot... oh please **** off with your Muslim friends to Saudi Arabia and satchel up on Bangladeshis building up the new pyramids of of Dubai... cos there's a nation of saints somewhere, somehow? this ain't the antagonising hypocritical Vatican mind you, also, you know what Islam means to me? it doesn't mean a submission to god... given then 72 virgins for martyrs, it just means: competing with king Solomon; so there, i "said" it, get a jihadist on my *** straight away, i'll be waiting, eating strawberries and a yogurt watching Wimbledon, oh come one, do it nice and pretty with me like a Barbie doll, i can't be bothered with your ******* attempting the altogether possible, but seemingly impossible - it just gets boring after a while fearing mortality with your Marmite smeared ninjas attempting an American cheeseburger of sports that's played alongside the Oakland Raiders, Philadelphia Eagles, New England Patriots... oh wait, you can't antagonise me, because you didn't fish with a bait like Mickiewicz, or Tuwim... or Prus... yawn.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
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i've been synthesising my sleeping pattern for 9 years, i haven't experienced lucid dream for wakes upon turning 365 x 9 equal for 3285 mornings, or afternoons, i can drink lukewarm whiskey & coke and feel happy, but i managed it, simulating the natural byway into sleep and mythology, nine years of synthetic sleep patterns, i should have been encrusted in the Auschwitz medical experiment of sleep deprivation, thank **** no Muslim will mind wearing satan's postbox - unless you're willy-nilly and Lenin and politically correct - like bi-, swings both ways, they tried to shoot Trump while i got a spare tire to boot... oh please **** off with your Muslim friends to Saudi Arabia and satchel up on Bangladeshis building up the new pyramids of of Dubai... cos there's a nation of saints somewhere, somehow? this ain't the antagonising hypocritical Vatican mind you, also, you know what Islam means to me? it doesn't mean a submission to god... given then 72 virgins for martyrs, it just means: competing with king Solomon; so there, i "said" it, get a jihadist on my *** straight away, i'll be waiting, eating strawberries and a yogurt watching Wimbledon, oh come one, do it nice and pretty with me like a Barbie doll, i can't be bothered with your ******* attempting the altogether possible, but seemingly impossible - it just gets boring after a while fearing mortality with your Marmite smeared ninjas attempting an American cheeseburger of sports that's played alongside the Oakland Raiders, Philadelphia Eagles, New England Patriots... oh wait, you can't antagonise me, because you didn't fish with a bait like Mickiewicz, or Tuwim... or Prus... yawn.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
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