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Aug 2017
tony blair might have said: personna, personna, personna; but he didn't, so you have me, saying the following:

i pity animals,
  i respect them all the more as:
those worthwhile being petted...
  beyond petting?
                          cattle, no?
i'd like you taking a cow
for a walk, i'd even doubly love
to see you keeping a cow
in your house: just a minor joke.

sure,
give me a chance, i could slaughter
a man given the command;
what, with being
devolved from chemistry
and making the faustian
inkling count in the kitchen,
i'd like to hear
crescendos, of post-scriptum
of circumcision...
    no... i think i like the idea of
making opera butch...
     snarly, satiatable by a ballerina's
pain...
          
         oh don't worry,
i'm the least of your worries...
      i like ******* around...
i'm not stephen king after all...
  just because i write things:
short & sweet doesn't make me
the origin of clown causing *it
...

then again...
   i do like gulping down a tartar stake...
with gherkins, shallots among other
things...
   so... you never know...
the joke might have transcended
both the canned laughter and the shattering
silence...

  is it my turn to ha ha, or is it yours?

**** me, that feel of raw meet...
i bet that frozen,
i could not tell the difference between
lamb, beef or...
you know that the executioner of anne bolyen
walked the stage with only his
socks on?
   yeah... she asked him,
why did you take your shoes off?
and he replied:
so you don't hear me tread,
sp the angle from which i'll slice
your head off remains "secret"...
benevolent henry, it only took
one slice at the tender neck...
**** me... queen mary's decapitation
took seven strokes with an axe...
could have sliced 7 watermelons
with that act...
   who uses a blunt instrument
against an enemy?
oh right... a ginger english gall...
and a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'ite oof disorder...
anglos vs. picts, no wonder....
that's not called an execution though...
that's called: butchery;
mary, queen of picts wasn't
executed, she was kosher meat.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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