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Mar 2018
/krankhaft nacht... und echo von fußtritt... as ever, drunk and wishing to: spre(s)chen deutsche; nein hen, nein hen... (s)... sheen! sheen, sie mutterficker! shed off of a sheen... short e... spre(sh)en! ugh... better talk this one out with a ******* kenyan baboon./

invert the television
to mirror the vicinity...
well...
       i'm the man
no one bothers around
                                     here;
feels odd,
  sometimes,
    having one's own shadow
stand taller than the actual body...
but as my neighbour joked:
who do you think you
are, walking around like
you own this place?
                   don't know...
   no one else was willing
to own up to a stamp's worth of
echoing footsteps.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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