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Feb 2018
kierkut,
that's the place poles
called the jews
burying their dead...
kierkut?
   i.e. a hill...
          so the story
of golgotha...
            and the sands
of sahara;
spot me,
  just trying to give
a **** and writing
    2117...
                grizz...
                perp­etual winter,
smoked salmon....
              sushi...
     blue oyster cult...
      and...
well...
  an affair of petting maine ****
cats till a lulluby...
        or jerking off was
a bit easier than finding
antarctica filled
   with a walrus harem...
            a faint attempt
at imitating swans
followed...
             because... the concept
of swans was noble?
  noble among chimps?!
                     you call
that shaking hands with a pair
of dice... or a juggling joke?!
           *******,
before i tell you chris cornel
mattered more to me
than david bowie...
           or the death
                     of tim petty...
        sloths
               carry a smile
         and evolved into:
          well...
                     nothing individual
is exactly important...
                    but then
there's no individual "outsider"
to mind motivating
the mind-**** game
of... whatever the **** means
prior to a drink,
500mg of naproxen,
25mg of amitriptyline
and EtOH...
       and prince died of what;
juggling pebble stones?!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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