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Mar 2020
Like a pounding wasp - a hubbub of hate is nestled in the apathetic heart of people! Too many people have listened to the siege of preaching sermons, which have begun to grow into obscurity! Hyena-******, black-skinned tenants and muscle-meat-**** ******! Starling clouds roar in a desperate mess in the dying Presence! Even those who initially proclaimed unity and demanded accountability at all levels are contemplating endless retaliation; both the accomplice and the jackal-speaking siheder will forget their intentional actions!

Like the drunk who whipped the whiskey s tequilla butters bottles dropping his brown stools into the phone booths - we're moving into the gaping Theiresian Gorge! Their human dignity is being replaced by people all at once! They have crunchy bones of stripped human flesh; will become dust as a witness only! It might be worth all the empathetic-tolerant thoughts to finally work with One Will! The male pillar and the silk-boy businessman lay down in a sneaky handshake!

All hateful Satan's eyes are eternal: the future should change! - In a place like cowards, unable to compromise, we are still touring in the heart of old Europe for many, many years! There was only a momentary, airborne rescue idea left: dressing in circus binoculars with holey, rolling promises would have to be done because the loss should always be beautified!
Norbert Tasev
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Norbert Tasev  36/M/Hungary
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