it feels less pathological
writing about / in a family environment
when so many familial niches
basically **** up;
sounds a bit like: 'oh look 'ere,
'ere comes bozo the didgeridoo *******,
with stories swelling with
only a memory of a single night
in philadephia, all else a marathon
of egoism exploding spontaneously
just in order to keep it up,'
survive the competitive race of dying an
old man, and saying old age isn't
what the slavic maxim states -
starość nie radość (old age isn't happiness) -
seriously, if it was so much about ******
encounters, and cockerel cigars
with a reversal of mouths stuffing pretty
***** sunshine i'd tell you
that the worst combination of theory
came with freudian darwinism - the plague
paralleled with 20th century's dictatorial atheism.
LEARN TO PET ANIMALS BEFORE ATTEMPTING
TO RAISE CHILDREN BOZO!