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Sep 2016
civilised people keep forgetting that their people have made me half-human, i'm a mutation of what's expected to be the mined concern for revenue of a charity - then i better bake in the same hell as a ****, because your defence of Israel just doesn't work / bother me as ****** York, or ****** England... and let's all turn into spectacular hurrah! cos the cheer is all the helium we'd ever ingest having our teeth removed; oh ****, i've already been blamed for **** crimes as a Pole... the Irish knew the decisive polling ergonomic against us would benefit their chance to potato-farm a clean-sheet without famine fears: ratatouille roulade (r'ah-t'ah-two-e rue-lard).*

i wanted to go to this festival,
but instead i got
relegated as potato...
churn our the charring
and choc charcoal -
cos they really mind where
the r.f.a. comes from...
****** encore! drop another bomb!
and the bomb drops... another!
       Autobahn!               Autobahn!
die männerstahl -
                     deutsché text(e)
geboren als erbe eines titans -
      i die,the idiots remain,
      i live, the idiots provoke a hive;
i live, the Irish pretend they're Anglos;
the world goes round;
i die, nothing changes,
                      and that's truly promising
             as any change at all.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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