prior to the actual sadism
of a nation,
you get to admire petting
cats,
    and participating in
                       nibbling;
           might mean chicken,
or might mean having
memorised
   a ******* computer keyboard
to write without typo...
    unlike your local g.p.
  (general practioner)...
   but because that discouts
the need for
   conan the barbarian
   having a impetus
to congest the fireplace with
a "desire" to congregate....
tell me if i'm wrong...
       i'm still a cave man when
it comes to electricity...
who the **** wears "sun"glasses
in the night?
          when it comes
to televisions?
     **** cares for a nostalgia for
"ancient" greece...
                          sitting in dark
rooms with sun-glasses...
              **** me...
    and the remnants of amazonian
people...
              implies we have to
explore mars?
               this is going to fun...
                                       esp. the dying bit.