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Sep 2017
call it a mixtape of hannibal lecter's thirst, and a throng of rats nibbling.

well, according to a well known canadian
psychologist,
   hierarchies, the golden pyramids
of giza -
   as heidegger pointed out: we don't
question enough, with "enough"
answers being given -
    i wonder, what's the answer to a question
that begins with:
    the negative emotion of a question,
is fuelled by a positively adrenaline fuelled
answer?
does the bone translate?
i.e. do the mawlers, the incisors, the K9s turn
    into the brazen knuckles,
later munching on the resorting
    last "defence"
         of cannibalistic intent?
sharing,
as much as anything: being part of a crowd,
it's a bit like as shallow
  as competing for the linguistic fashion
kórwa!* - and very much an acute u -
for the syllable stressors are in place,
as one german student told me:
scheisse is simply not enough...
    same with the word rat...
   szczór -
          if you ever had a problem, my answer
is as simply put as: sz = sh,
          cz = ch -
                       just that...
            sh / choor...
           there's no crowd here, there is no
sense of "belonging", there's only the sense
of sigma -
     beyond that we delve into dreams;
mind you, you already say the czech
republic, and seem to have no problem with
that...
  check, cheque - checkers & wine & cheapskates
& chips &... charcoal chips...
  what's the ******* problem then?
               cat got yer tongue?
you seemed like the sort of people
proficient with language -
  seems like an egyptian plague
has suddenly been showered on you
in the form of a diacritical / meteorite shower:
signs from above!
         and if we don't address the theme of
slavs turning into the next jews of europe,
we'll be handled down the phrase currently
established: vermin...
      vermin likes a bite, likes to bite back...  
as said by king (król) rat (szczór)...
                                gehenna chatter ensues;
mind you, those sadistic gehenna dentists
are itching to make the next patient:
   a marathon man.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
180
   Sebastian Daneri
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