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Jul 2020
who's who and... chasing "who"?
  no one is lost to fathom...
that sort of paranoia
of a space-race...  
like "they" used to...
socialism in the heart
of the slavs...
nothing for the worth
of the chinese... is it?
suffocating...
                  brain-drain...
and suicide netting...
and that's like...
               you are not going to...
"you"...
making... mannequin gesticulations
in afghanistan... are's we?!
because:
makes us china...
beside: a made in...
no?
so much for capitalism...
when it was the slavs...
**** it!
burn!
but when the chinks become
invited to the 'vovle...
all ******* bruce lee
and bwad pittying.....
it's like some revision...
some some ****-poor recycling...
some... anything...
and everything because...
all that's retained is...
berlin 1980s... a bias...
cheap-**** musical standards.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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