i cant's actually feel my 4th knuckle right on my orour right arms.... since in bulged... with me using against a one punch crescendo on a brick wall... that "should have been your face... i almost feel abadoned... being kept intact with a ref. to a family... there comes a grit, and a believability... to ensure is kept: sacrilegious.... like an obedience to keep "prayer": in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti... and whatever your little ******* asked "otherwise": we sure as ****, will, gauge your eyes out@;
death and justice is not, a t.v. affair... we do... and what we do... is necessary... regarding what needs... to be... done....
savvy?
ever punch a brick-wall so hard you felt your fourth knuckle to a soft-pouch liver synonym?
course you 'aven't... ya 'ucking ginger misfit "queer", y'ah 'acking ginger brixton *****! queen calls it a ******* moustache re-appropriation of the 19th / 18 century... tells me: i just, i just might play off fitting with the suburbans...
there's a ******* collective of "them" involved?! sign me up! queer sister!
can i play up being a half decent baker of goods? oyu know... with a knuckle missing cos of numbing via punching a wall... sort of tailor, i.e. a: F'UCKING CHEF AT YOUR LOCAL ROUNDABOUT OUTLET... YES CHEF HEIRARCHY *******?! YES CHEF?! coooooooooooo -k minus the "-ing"(?).... cook... well i mind to mind the intellect of having to mind frying croissants... i love the motto though: i die... you die... i could do the "mundane" jobs... point beig: why would i have to go to university for them? if there's an "alternative" univerese for the explanation... why aren't you dead? on the basis of a criminal focus with, exchange, focusing on, "you"? so why is there no cain-impetus to "mind" "you", "minding", "me". come to think of it... a bit of a waste of propagada liastening to: send your kids to university send your kids to university.... then again... i die... i yawn... i suppose there's another day.