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Jan 2016
i'm writing on a white page, i'm punching defeat, so why would an idiot invite himself to be defeated with me in order to censor me and not allow me to write of my defeat? who would write over defeat a victory? a polish woman attempting being multi-cultural over a polish-man with overt political correctness invoked like a virus to no one's use - globalisation paved the way for ethnic self-loathing, never protected by bilingual transactions of the same body kept asking the same mirror: mirror mirror on the wall... are those ******* athletes of the n.f.l. / n.b.a. etc. the same idiots that were caught by the slave traders?! **** me, that's about as much ***** as is worth killing off victorian sensibilities.*

your mr.  
                      *** street name
                      your name ,the town
                      you get to name the county
                      then get to post code extra

and all you get is a taste in music
(https://goo.gl/U5hJJ8)
while the pagans say:
i rather end my life abbreviated with pleasures
that extended with christian miseries
for a sainthood.

never underestimate the irish violins in pop
just because they were never the welcome
medleys in schubert; just because the irish took
to **** down the pole's throat, ha, as said
ha i said ha and took the irish to the welcomed leash.

wrong crew... i think you were asking about
your colonial fathers... instead you were asking
about your brothers being oppressed by
the two empires... but then again you
were pseudo-irish... integrated into english
society well enough to earn a matrimony with
oxford *****... hardly a belfast in you
to say anything except attempting a fake californian
fruit cake colony on foreign soil as a claim of your own,
something or other / fruit salad, freedom to breathe
became your oppression of dogmatic vocabulary
as anything said had to conform to grammar
without any grammar actually learned.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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