understand my misogyny, what sort of woman would force a child upon a man when she secures a belief in the man's knowledge that she's taking anti-contraceptive pills while he was content to adorning a ****** given his lack of ****** ferocity of agonising the ******* as the owner of *******?*
strange to create laws worthy of society and civilisation by unlawfully trying to bind man with such expectations that could come to pass with time and deliberation, to imagine binding man to pavement and street-lamps within nomadic thinking? what sort of woman does that?! a rich one, i am assured, one who bemoans travelling to Edinburgh from St. Petersburg because of a love affair, the same one who wouldn't travel to London from Edinburgh because the man had to become a roofing prodigy and not a chemist... well adorned ***** of the deep... two apartments in St. Petersburg and apparently one in Moscow... farewell dear pearl... hello a purse of moths - now hear how my heart flutters for anyone but you, you the aurelian sadist to my butterfly heart: - real men do not cry. - but to music, what other compliment is there if not for man to cry and not go mad like Odysseus' jealousy of being the sole interpreter of the sirens's wails waxing shut the ears of fellow sailors? if man cannot cry for music then woman is in debt of crying for cannon fire! *vide cor meum!