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May 2017
i really miss fighting... throwing punches,
kicking people's ***... i miss it, because i'd love to
sport a plum... but... the last time i was
in a fight...
            i was only a witness...
just outside a nightclub...
this guy punched another
guy dead...
      no, seriously, one proper
hit to the head, and the guy
was out...
       it's very peculiar seeing
death before your eyes...
  it looked very much like
chopping down a tree...
      with a single chop...
 and the tree lay flat, and it didn't dare to move
to the syllables of exchanging seasons...
    i guess it would be easier
to stomach seeing a suicide
taking place... a man jumping off a bridge
would be easier to stomach that seeing
     a man punch another man, dead...
        but seeing a punch like that
in the face... with the guy falling
down, dead, so quickly?
         watching someone die,
right before your eyes?
  it's no fun... since there's no funeral
to be had...
     it's too quick, because it is:
                               as it happens...
i was off the scene as quickly as possible,
no... i was not going to
be a wtiness... **** that...
   i've been a witness of a theft of a mobile
phone,
   stood in court...
      prior to had to sieve through a bunch
of culprit profile pictures, to identify the suspect,
and so i did, the owner of the stolen mobile phone
couldn't identify him...
    and many years later...
   what, a, complete, ****, he, became;
so much for the human conceptualisation
of either knowledge, or jurisprudence...
    how unlikely it has to become...
                       that i believe in a theocracy;
since man is so "schizophrenic"
                  (i.e. he's not rational... he's split!)
                      in serving his so-called
conceptualisation of, "justice",
           having been... perfected, to a universal /
uniform, socialist, alternatively stated: desirable level;
i base my belief in god,
   on the inadequacy of man, as having
   the sane capacity, to serve a just argument,
for whatever reward, or, therefore "just", punishment;
and this is, an ob hominem statement;
simply translated? i'm just going
to ignore the people that disagree with this
kind of "decree".
  just talk to me, when you see one man, punch
another man... dead; there's a reason for
the sport of boxing, enforcing boxing gloves.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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