Mar 2019
youtube channels...
northern ******* monkeys...
shaun vs.
the iconoclast...
what?! i've integrated,
"you" suddenly get to tell
me that regional
differences,
or regional
nuances,
or regional biases,
somehow, don't matter?
i thought that integration
was inclined
to follow your "in-bred"
biases... no,
that was never on the table
with the playing deck of cards?
the **** do the english want
within the reasonable constraints
of integration,
or a fellow european,
oh, right... the lazy intervention
description of pakistani,
i.e. ****-,
that will suffice?
good good...
i'm back in the early 2000s,
with a song like
hold on by limp bizkit...
because i just know
that an ******* dysfunction
wouldn't work
with grooming gangs
and ******* teenage girls...
i'm not a moralist...
i tend to find legally binding
women off-putting,
******* with a bulgarian
*******? no problem.
i just hate being lectured
all the ******* time...
savvy?
i might have been
misinformed,
but, now? no, no....
can't have a chance
to make the appropriate
statement, "mate" / "bruv"...
i hate to inact a sense
of reacting with a remark
for inappropriate scandal
fathoming...
so i was supposed
to integrate, but
then not integrate into intra-national
"taboos"
of the southerners
moaning about northerners...
oh...
integration is the prime aspect
of simply learning the language...
and the rest is just:
monkey fairy: *****-nilly?
that's how it works?
you integrate to the point
of passing a spelling test,
but you don't integrate
into the fathomability
of intra-national biases...
the **** do you "actually" want?
you don't know, do you?
i lick some cymru,
i spend 3 years in scotland,
and i'm still expected
to conform to the existential
"concerns" of someone
running away from Bristol
& Devon?!
wow! just, wow!
do i compliment the audacity,
or just tame the stupidity?
you know...
in terms of a mind-****,
i'll sooner spend 2 hours
staring at a *******
washing machine...
than listen to this current,
diatribe...
so i "integrated"...
but now the locals are
"finding" problems associated
with the other integration
prospects...
they are still prospects...
integration was not the willingness
to run 110m hurdles,
but jump the 8m high jump event...
and they never allowed
themsleves to retain
their mother-tongue...
point of interest:
i have to be diagnosed as
a problematic individual,
i have to be deemed a schizophrenic...
it's much easier that way...
sure as **** i'm not
a grooming **** overlord...
but i need to be a problem...
**** me,
given the current climate in england,
you experience something
esque resembling "god"?
you're a problem,
i'm used to that,
i always thought that sort
of experience would always
assure itself to be made revelled
in, in paradoxes...
"god",
you're not off the hook,
you're more so: forever suspect...
esp.,
if there's no clarifying agenta
of sharing interests to over-state
the experience, and subsequent
markers...
i could have integrated into
an english society,
but sooner, rather than later,
i realized that...
that, that wasn't what i was
integrating into...
i wasn't integrating into anything...
great idea,
but... no...
from under the iron
curtain, toward the curtain of jack...
n'ah...
power hierarchy...
unless you want to ask
some of my "imaginary" voice
attaché subscripts...
during the times when
a madman has more sanity to boot,
than some adherent
of sanity, with no madness' worth
of intent...
i should have never smoked
marijuana those 12 years ago...
but at least the whiskey is taxed...
integrating into a foreign culture,
by simply speaking the language...
that's the base requirement...
but then...
ah... ha ha...
local cultural requirements...
see... this is the language
of the natives...
but where are the tattoos
of the natives, dates,
geogrpahic nuances,
biases...
not 'ere...
i'm a sponge of a person,
i succumb toward that itches
right, feeling is beyond this tier
of integration.
northern ******* monkeys...
shaun vs.
the iconoclast...
what?! i've integrated,
"you" suddenly get to tell
me that regional
differences,
or regional
nuances,
or regional biases,
somehow, don't matter?
i thought that integration
was inclined
to follow your "in-bred"
biases... no,
that was never on the table
with the playing deck of cards?
the **** do the english want
within the reasonable constraints
of integration,
or a fellow european,
oh, right... the lazy intervention
description of pakistani,
i.e. ****-,
that will suffice?
good good...
i'm back in the early 2000s,
with a song like
hold on by limp bizkit...
because i just know
that an ******* dysfunction
wouldn't work
with grooming gangs
and ******* teenage girls...
i'm not a moralist...
i tend to find legally binding
women off-putting,
******* with a bulgarian
*******? no problem.
i just hate being lectured
all the ******* time...
savvy?
i might have been
misinformed,
but, now? no, no....
can't have a chance
to make the appropriate
statement, "mate" / "bruv"...
i hate to inact a sense
of reacting with a remark
for inappropriate scandal
fathoming...
so i was supposed
to integrate, but
then not integrate into intra-national
"taboos"
of the southerners
moaning about northerners...
oh...
integration is the prime aspect
of simply learning the language...
and the rest is just:
monkey fairy: *****-nilly?
that's how it works?
you integrate to the point
of passing a spelling test,
but you don't integrate
into the fathomability
of intra-national biases...
the **** do you "actually" want?
you don't know, do you?
i lick some cymru,
i spend 3 years in scotland,
and i'm still expected
to conform to the existential
"concerns" of someone
running away from Bristol
& Devon?!
wow! just, wow!
do i compliment the audacity,
or just tame the stupidity?
you know...
in terms of a mind-****,
i'll sooner spend 2 hours
staring at a *******
washing machine...
than listen to this current,
diatribe...
so i "integrated"...
but now the locals are
"finding" problems associated
with the other integration
prospects...
they are still prospects...
integration was not the willingness
to run 110m hurdles,
but jump the 8m high jump event...
and they never allowed
themsleves to retain
their mother-tongue...
point of interest:
i have to be diagnosed as
a problematic individual,
i have to be deemed a schizophrenic...
it's much easier that way...
sure as **** i'm not
a grooming **** overlord...
but i need to be a problem...
**** me,
given the current climate in england,
you experience something
esque resembling "god"?
you're a problem,
i'm used to that,
i always thought that sort
of experience would always
assure itself to be made revelled
in, in paradoxes...
"god",
you're not off the hook,
you're more so: forever suspect...
esp.,
if there's no clarifying agenta
of sharing interests to over-state
the experience, and subsequent
markers...
i could have integrated into
an english society,
but sooner, rather than later,
i realized that...
that, that wasn't what i was
integrating into...
i wasn't integrating into anything...
great idea,
but... no...
from under the iron
curtain, toward the curtain of jack...
n'ah...
power hierarchy...
unless you want to ask
some of my "imaginary" voice
attaché subscripts...
during the times when
a madman has more sanity to boot,
than some adherent
of sanity, with no madness' worth
of intent...
i should have never smoked
marijuana those 12 years ago...
but at least the whiskey is taxed...
integrating into a foreign culture,
by simply speaking the language...
that's the base requirement...
but then...
ah... ha ha...
local cultural requirements...
see... this is the language
of the natives...
but where are the tattoos
of the natives, dates,
geogrpahic nuances,
biases...
not 'ere...
i'm a sponge of a person,
i succumb toward that itches
right, feeling is beyond this tier
of integration.
