i have no idea why i'm entrenched in this community
of sops...
                    ooh me me me...
                           how the **** did this come about?
where were my testosterone levels?
          what happened to this natural aphrodisiac...
i could literally curse my fore-fathers by selling
their daughters: all because they had their ethnic
counter-part on the throne of the vatican...
                              deceit! liars! usurpers! deserters!
and back home he's some sort of a deity...
let me tell you: you can't have a saint and a demigod
in one person... it doesn't work!
the whole concept crumbles into ****!
              oh look: i'm about to pull out a pseudo-kippah,
white, of the pope: from my ***!
       it's a hellhole that men don't realise:
oh you're supposed to be a plumber, not a "poet"...
i could have been: had not a woman decided to
drop a baby into my lap while i wasn't aware of
her scheming ways: because she was abused as
a child... then i have a bunch of psychiatrists
applying regression tactics and doing communist-like
****: in western europe! of all places!
                then yeah... what's with this thing... snowflakes?
i'm a snowflake?
                             i think we're sadists... or becoming so:
what with the care home scandals...
              the middle generation have high hopes...
and basically 1mm depths of puddles for our concerns...
"but it wasn't easy"... do i look like a ******* clown
that said it was?
                          i really can't stop laughing at
the robin williams broadway show...
                                  he basically had just a few jokes
up his sleeve...
                       but unlike a magician with a few
tricks up his sleeve... the jokes could be studied via
virology... he tells the same jokes on a chat show
years later (parkinson's)... and then i watch the show
and i'm still laughing...
                 people always say: rather blind or deaf?
does that even attract moral relativism?
                       i'm no einstein... but there's the case
of subjectivity that's crucial here...
                             what with everyone doing the crazy
the bangles': walk like an egyptian...
  and there's robin williams telling the same jokes:
because he knows the drill... and he knows fame...
  and he needs to same the **** over and over again to
as many people...
                  but that's the objective... it really becomes
a but fuzzy as to what is better or what isn't...
   how about subjective-objective akin to einstein's
   drool over the earth dipped into some parabola of time-space?
           is this ******* still being discussed?
i thought the two concepts were inseparable?
   are they? really?!    so what's the point of the time-space
concept?
                                  ah... free speech and the many
surprises... you'll figure it out at the end that
Kierkegaard protected the freedom of thought and
paved the way for totalitarian-liberalism by protecting
the freedom of thought, rather than speech.
               it's still staggering that people these days
allowed a schizophrenia to creep-up on them...
in that they have really allowed two arguments,
  and can't conceive a compound of subject-object...
akin to time-space...
                                       because obviously you get
muddle somewhere in the middle... and experience something
unexpected... like violence...
                     well: at least we can vow to pretend
we're not dinosaurs and no meteor is coming to get
us.
         it's still fuzzy... why am i in this community
when everyone around here is so ******* sensitive?
     so this half-asian girl says she loves dave chappelle...
(again, chopin? or is that CHOP CHOP v. SHOP SHOP?) -
what a mystery!
                      i'll grant eddie murphy... but i just
don't understand black comedians...
                 lee evans or robbie? any day any time
in whatever position: lying down or standing or sitting
i can laugh... it's the tragic element in them
                          that's the aphrodisiac for me to exhale ha ha; ha.
quasi-slapstick isn't that stupid, given "witty" comedy
requires canned laughter to spur you on.