visit a turkish barber... was better than visiting
a bulgarian *******... seriously....
a shave and trim felt better,
than any felatio would ever will...
imagine!
i discovered the turkish barber,
after, just, after...
i discovered a *******...
whether ukranian or bulgarian...
don't worry...
i might have a child...
but given that i'm not
circumcised...
the whole "m'ah" pleasure...
sure... when oral *** comes into play...
but pulling back my *******...
during *******...
h'uh?!
the pulled back *******
was always constrictive...
boa seeking new skin...
shedding its old skin...
the **** is this blame game about?!
i don't want to be guilty of
pro-choice,
when... just now...
i salvaged a life of a moth...
it flew it, attempted to plant
its larvae into my clothes...
i caught it, released it...
i hate being plagued by abortion...
i would **** a ******* spider,
a moth, a fly...
an unborn foetus?!
seriously?!
now i know why i grew
a beard... it's like smoking
a cigarette... a past-time...
something to fiddle with...
attention-******* the capacity
to think....
if i am going to by misogynistic...
stealing kisses from prostitutes
is "currently" misogynistic?!
really?
what, oyu never heard
of a story by a ******* when her co-worker
was murderered?!
no?! then you haven't lived
through of what's desired to be
the worth of: enough!
i hate being blamed for
an abortion...
i don't know: she was ******* her
ex-boyfriend, she was *******
a hot-be-free alpha-looks while
married...
my moral agony is a lie...
it's not like
not wearing a ****** gives you
access to "pleasure",
when you're not circumcised...
circumcised men, h'americans...
for all their moral argument worth,
simply, don't know...
Zeus had the same discussion with
Hera...
who derives more pleasure from
***... men... or... women?
from what i remember...
sorry... from what i know?
men derive ******
pleasure by deriving it from
giving ****** pleasure,
rather than experiencing it!
circumcised cuck-load...
i don't respect gentile,
h'american, circumcised men...
i'm not!
fuckes simply
buckle and give in...
allowing squids to **** them
off!
what sort of respect
can i have to the circumcised
gentiles?!
the jews?! fine... they have rules...
what rules... do circumcised
gentiles have?!
cuck-philosophy... *******
******* are more ******* than
"you"...
no! i don't like being asserted
as pro-choice life...
i live upon a lie...
apparently everything a woman
says: is the truth...
maybe that's why i turned
to celibacy aged 21...
i don't believe in 2nd chancing
the "problem"...
once is enough... twice is
lowering your i.q. from 120 to 80...
-40...
escobar'oh menos cuarenta pavlov:
*******: wink wink?!
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you know how the british
treat people
of similar ethnic origins,
who integrate,
learn their tongue,
better than than might
speak it,
and receive letters
from downing st. regarding
their tax dealings?
like ****...
they treat them
like second class citizens...
they deserve muslim
attacks...
i'll lick a stamp
and send a letter to mind
the "problem"...
i can't be bothered...
this
p.c.s.d. (post-colonial stress
disorder) doesn't even
begin to nibble -
or tickle at me...
you made this mess,
you fix it!
i'm washing my hands
clean of the affair...
i'm having not part
of it...
i'm doing a pontius pilate
publicity stunt...
you can come
to a foreign nation,
and enrich it, and then
you're treated like vermin,
like ****...
believe me...
the vultures are waiting
to nibble at the scraps...
if you're so *******
prone with regards to
kebabs...
stuff your face with them!
then tell the mothers and
fathers of manchester to:
"stick to the facts"
and repress their emotions...
i can recite you
the home office,
visiting my house,
the year? 1997...
and hand-cuffing
my father and mother,
and me punching the wall
of a room...
your turn...
pretending to be
cultured, to be respectable,
to be whatever it is
that you're not...
two-faced liars...
i hate liars...
me? i only lie when
i go to an ex-girlfriend chistening
her first baby...
and i lie, out of a need
for tact...
it's just uncomfortable
to tell the truth
in such circumstances...
all it was,
was a lie about staying
for a period much longer than
anticipated outside the
church event, i.e. having drinks
in the church...
i only lie when i'd might
require a napkin...
but the bree-teesh
are becoming unbearable
to other europeans...
they have these superior airs
thinking that ******* a black
girl doesn't make them "racist"
or whatever label might
creep-up...
these airs of aristocratic
respectability is bugging me...
the dukes and earls
are no better than football hooligans... )
i.e. the "ordinary" citizens...
they are so over-entitled...
the casual citizen, given the opportunity....
is allowing himself / herself
overtly toward the stature of king or queen...
pack and parcel,... your ****,
from pakistan, mr. sadiq khan...
savvy?
when will the english just grow
the basic, the basic implies:
a pair of *****... rather than masquerading
behind the cricketer moeen ali?!
is this the part where i day:
oh look... one slipped past the sieve!?
maybe that's a good "thing"...
i'm talking to something akin
to hautköpfe: skinheads...
the beschnittenmerkwürdigkeiten:
the "christened" / baptized
peoples...
m.g.m. is no scalp?
as is the *******...
why should man experience
pleasure from ***?
what pleasure can a woman,
derive from being pregnant?
so... why would man,
derive pleasure from ***?!
if you will circumcise man...
should all women be
allowed the cesarean section?
well... if breeding with the semites...
should women be allowed
the luxury... associated with the pleasure
derived from *** by circumcised men,
by allowing women the relief from
giving birth, via the cesarean section?
say no... and you know you're and
you'll be wrong.
what's the reality of
the cesarean section?
a day or two extra in bed in a hospital...
what is circumcision
of the male phallus?
egotism...
pompous *******...
maybe that's why i turned celibate
after my last relationship
aged 21...
i didn't want the lies...
the finite, unimaginative lies
of women...
the predictable lies of women...
how women can't handle
drinking... and feel no joy
from the past time...
i can't **** a moth...
trying to nest in my wardrobe...
but when a woman,
is keeping a baby in the oven,
and lies...
that it isn't mine...
i become berzerker...
i am blind but slashing...
i see: blind...
who am i to invest in a ******* child?!
i hate liars...
liars esp. in the age of
scientific gratification of facts...
at least in an age of mishandled
narratives,
of mythological bribery
liars could be confined
to an established truant liking
of a variant of comedy / trickery...
to make play of kings becoming
fools...
but now?!
given the certainity?
i'm not willing to *****-father
a *******-*******.