Mar 2019
.you only need a few crux-words, to trigger, the adequate response narrative/diatribe reactions... the "unnatural" suspect, of the inhibited curse, of will, like suicide, people are afraid of the people who express either, an inhibited ("free") will, or, the uninhibited ("free") will... because that's not even worth the staging of an exhibition to begin with.
the thespian curtain:
wish the soviets were back?
wish the soviet were back?
wish the soviets...
never mind...
in terms of life:
either hard-earned cash,
or just pure brute honesty
"pays" "conundrum"
the,
"adventures" of a mediocre
life...
sure, i was 18,
she was 13...
i was dating her sister...
it was ****** up,
this, "love at first sight"...
but then i began to "reason"...
outright rage,
for ensuring a moral
plateau, "compass"?
feeding into these
apathy-zombies,
these moral police waiting
in line cashier wannabes?
fazed...
there's nothing
alien to the human mind,
unless,
it's provided by a reciprocated
psyche of equal status....
it was, "wrong"
for a 18 year old, catching
a disney snippet,
of a beauty,
of a 13 year old
not acting upon it,
"circumcising"
himself to a reality
of, what later became,
his experiences in
visiting a brothel...
b'ah! b'ah! b'a'a'h b'a'a'h bad!
i began ******* aged
8...
find, me, the *******
******* who
encouraged me to
transcend age restrictions!
no priest:
no Guns of Navarone.
- but even to me,
it was ****** up...
come one,
liking my ex-girlfriend's
sister, 6 or so years my
junior...
it's like...
experiencing my
first "thrill"
for liking black girls,
when integrating into,
this, "grand scheme of things",
of a multicultural society,/
project.
we're talking transgender,
but can't allow ourselves
to m'eh fathom
the currency of
basic transcendence...
teen love...
**** me...
i never learned / experienced
*** until i was at university,
and even then,
it was b'aah b'aah b'aad
to glorify Napoleon...
unless...
taught by some surrogate
impregnated canadian
****...
then napoleon was all cool!
it's not paedohpilia...
what i'm talking about is
platonic love...
can it exist outside of the realm
of its original experience,
inter-******,
between an older man,
and a younger man?
can...
platonic love,
a variant of succumbing to
the experience of selflessness,
become exhibited in
an inter-****** encounter,
i.e. between a man,
and a woman?
i'd love to see the count
of agreement,
to the counter of,
non-agreement...
does it change,
once the years pass...
say...
i'm 33, the girl is 23...
is the state, still intact,
to make implementations
of power,
to have me to have to
cower in "fear" of repercussions?
if not? then we're clearly not
talking about anything specific,
are we?
yes, yes,
tame the adults,
while the teenagers are riddle,
rife,
with antics such as:
sending naked pictures of
their genitals,
because some *******-"riddled"
****** didn't have the *******
to walk into a newsagent,
and buy a pornographic magazine...
to make jerking off
regular, even by my standards:
that's a ******* ******...
what? no clue to the rose hue?
no, no shrivelling *******?!
no "hint" of suspence?
ha ha! gavin mcinnes, proud boys,
all inclusive,
once you tell 5 brands of
cereal brands,
while being punched...
'ere's one...
buy a ******* pornographic
magazine! how's that?
deal?
no? oh... too proud
to do it yourself...
i get it, i get it,
the "loss" of ******* doesn't help...
you know where
humbled jews come from?
where i come from...
there's no "loss"
of ******* audacity in the thinking,
i might not be german,
but i am also the one who
inherited
the "love", the, "love"
of russo-german expansions...
took two ******* ******
to **** around with
this one ***** of a nation...
third in the nostrils:
if i were to truly keep count.
now...
we settled?
no, of course we're not...
i'll just have to keep drilling
these words,
into all the available onlookers
and "ponder"
what will happen,
subsequently...
thank god i went to a brothel,
and thank god
i bought a pronographic magazine
before this **** became
prevalent, fwee...
on the internet.
my treat...
but the litre of whiskey,
is on me,
for me.
the thespian curtain:
wish the soviets were back?
wish the soviet were back?
wish the soviets...
never mind...
in terms of life:
either hard-earned cash,
or just pure brute honesty
"pays" "conundrum"
the,
"adventures" of a mediocre
life...
sure, i was 18,
she was 13...
i was dating her sister...
it was ****** up,
this, "love at first sight"...
but then i began to "reason"...
outright rage,
for ensuring a moral
plateau, "compass"?
feeding into these
apathy-zombies,
these moral police waiting
in line cashier wannabes?
fazed...
there's nothing
alien to the human mind,
unless,
it's provided by a reciprocated
psyche of equal status....
it was, "wrong"
for a 18 year old, catching
a disney snippet,
of a beauty,
of a 13 year old
not acting upon it,
"circumcising"
himself to a reality
of, what later became,
his experiences in
visiting a brothel...
b'ah! b'ah! b'a'a'h b'a'a'h bad!
i began ******* aged
8...
find, me, the *******
******* who
encouraged me to
transcend age restrictions!
no priest:
no Guns of Navarone.
- but even to me,
it was ****** up...
come one,
liking my ex-girlfriend's
sister, 6 or so years my
junior...
it's like...
experiencing my
first "thrill"
for liking black girls,
when integrating into,
this, "grand scheme of things",
of a multicultural society,/
project.
we're talking transgender,
but can't allow ourselves
to m'eh fathom
the currency of
basic transcendence...
teen love...
**** me...
i never learned / experienced
*** until i was at university,
and even then,
it was b'aah b'aah b'aad
to glorify Napoleon...
unless...
taught by some surrogate
impregnated canadian
****...
then napoleon was all cool!
it's not paedohpilia...
what i'm talking about is
platonic love...
can it exist outside of the realm
of its original experience,
inter-******,
between an older man,
and a younger man?
can...
platonic love,
a variant of succumbing to
the experience of selflessness,
become exhibited in
an inter-****** encounter,
i.e. between a man,
and a woman?
i'd love to see the count
of agreement,
to the counter of,
non-agreement...
does it change,
once the years pass...
say...
i'm 33, the girl is 23...
is the state, still intact,
to make implementations
of power,
to have me to have to
cower in "fear" of repercussions?
if not? then we're clearly not
talking about anything specific,
are we?
yes, yes,
tame the adults,
while the teenagers are riddle,
rife,
with antics such as:
sending naked pictures of
their genitals,
because some *******-"riddled"
****** didn't have the *******
to walk into a newsagent,
and buy a pornographic magazine...
to make jerking off
regular, even by my standards:
that's a ******* ******...
what? no clue to the rose hue?
no, no shrivelling *******?!
no "hint" of suspence?
ha ha! gavin mcinnes, proud boys,
all inclusive,
once you tell 5 brands of
cereal brands,
while being punched...
'ere's one...
buy a ******* pornographic
magazine! how's that?
deal?
no? oh... too proud
to do it yourself...
i get it, i get it,
the "loss" of ******* doesn't help...
you know where
humbled jews come from?
where i come from...
there's no "loss"
of ******* audacity in the thinking,
i might not be german,
but i am also the one who
inherited
the "love", the, "love"
of russo-german expansions...
took two ******* ******
to **** around with
this one ***** of a nation...
third in the nostrils:
if i were to truly keep count.
now...
we settled?
no, of course we're not...
i'll just have to keep drilling
these words,
into all the available onlookers
and "ponder"
what will happen,
subsequently...
thank god i went to a brothel,
and thank god
i bought a pronographic magazine
before this **** became
prevalent, fwee...
on the internet.
my treat...
but the litre of whiskey,
is on me,
for me.
