huh? what the **** are you on about?
you created the ich bin über alles movement
by suppressing it
              via confederacy of dunces
   by john k. toole -
                        i can't event say: calm the ****
down... because i'm prone to:
                            **** it all up?!
          you know, coming from an eastern society
i actually do not see a natural conclusion for
the left in the west...
        i'm trying... c'mon, give me some slack...
   but i just don't see it...
                        i want to... god i want to...
                 but i just can't see it...
                                   i'm peering into the movement
and i'm turning blind...
                               either that or i'm crying
or my eyes are just heating up...
                                  i'm actually sad that all
the major confrontations in my life took place when
i was a kid...
                       and now i'm older, and reduced to
"rationalae" - in case i need a soft pouch of
flesh called a woman's ****** to excuse my bone
like imitation of an ****...
              but like today, i was walking home
with a litre of swedish *****, and this lunatic of
a woman is walking toward me with a phone
   and this flash-light like imitation...
                she passes me... and says: how you doing?
with my headphones i can still hear her:
not bad, not bad.
                if i was the loon i'd add: wanna meet me
5 minutes from now, and **** in the alley?
   i'll leave a trail of ***** to allow you to follow me
to the spot where you'll do me, and i'll do you...
                cultural darwinism has come this far!
        cultural darwinism has no creed for a respect
of a family... it's either the tarantula or the mantis
raising the flock...
       the man's gone... decapitated or... whatever
happens to him...
                            sure, marxism has adherents with
their heads shoved up their *****...
   but cultural darwinists? they have their heads
shoved up the ***** of either black widow spiders
of mantises... they're a bit like
              digging a hole and then exclaiming:
oh ****! i see china!
                       they're just as bad a marxists...
the only problem is that they don't know it...
                me? i'm not attached to anything...
a ***** is walking down the street
                 in the night flashing her phone and
asks me how i'm doing?
          and with all the power she's ascribed,
and doesn't ask me for casual ***?
                           something's definitely wrong...
otherwise why would western society
   allow for such freedoms to exist,
                       if they're anything but liberating
but are otherwise simply oppressive?
                         she starts a conversation with
a stranger in the night...
   he'd be like: i have a litre of ***** in my backpack...
enough to get us ***** and then forget we
took to each other... honey... i'd pull out, don't
worry, i have *******...
                     but no! oh no! it couldn't happen!
              it just had to be a weird encounter...
      how you doing?
                               not bad, not bad.
  that's all it was...
                 no wild alley ***, fretting for
the moment to last forever...
                                but some weird *****
    flashing her phone trying to look for
mosquitoes...
        and a guy walking home with a litre
of ***** to drink...
                     you looking for elephant testicles honey?
do that during daytime... night-time -
isn't that the time you start looking for those sags?
           i mean: giving women all these powers
and freedoms... where's the fun? where's
the fun if they just tease you up to the point
where you're like: you know honey bunny?
                                           *******! whatever;
i'll just wait for your ovaries to turn into
withered prunes, and they start coughing up ash
                          when they're in their 40s;
   i won't be laughing when that happens...
                 but neither will you.