while men are looking for adrenaline "injections"...
women? women?! you can't be serious,
they're looking for anxiety?
if men are looking for adrenaline,
while women are looking for anxiety... no wonder...
that's me, speeding on a bicycle, dodging traffic...
while she's out there looking for
a pseudo-******, some gagging-demigod
blah blah...             that's why i prefer the transparency
of prostitution... i pay them...
why would i want to get "****" for free on
dating apps? i can still open doors for women,
be kind to them, but... ahem... "hook up"?
i'd rather be hang-over, drawn & quartered...
i'd say: if you want the cosmopolitan take on ***...
why date? why not: bypass everything
that's absolutely *******-wanking
time... time... genuine prostitution...
   she's a... nymphomaniac...
     you have to meet a nymphomaniac outside the realm
of the ******* canvas...
and sure... Lady Gaga can sing about her
"poker face"... what, a woman's poker face suddenly
appears when she's... 70?
women have a "poker face" for ****...
only yesterday women, girls... as young as 14 were looking
at me with some interest...
*******! i don't have money!
i vowed to write for fricko! i'm a steward
at a football match... i'm a foot-soldier in the hierarchy
of how this event is being organised...
walking up the gangway... two couple...
darting eyes of a woman, afraid eyes of a man...
i did the rounds about 4 times... every 10 minutes...
i mingled with the Yorkshire beefcakes,
knuckled to knuckle with them... kept the stairs available...
my supposed supervisor, where was she?!
nice nails though, acrylic? definitely red...
definitely too long to hold a rolling pin or a whisk...
by now i'm thinking:
cut the arms off, cut the legs off... blind them...
keep the torso for *******...
oh... right... that's from a horror movie...
bone tomahawk? yeah, that movie...
            at least if you pay them upfront...
there's no need to deal with a hook-up culture...
ha ha... ha... ahem... "culture"...
if you pay a woman upfront...
               who's lying to who? who's lying to begin with?!
but at least she's being paid...
if i can do roofing, tarring ******* brick on frick
on cement blocks... i can do... the steward's load
of ******* of crowd control at sport events...
i forget about football...
i lost the plot regarding whether i ought to be
entertained... arbeit macht frei, *******!
i'd rather do the most menial task than...
do what some of these people do and subsequently
have to watch a football match...
at least now i can pry on women...
watch them... i like watching...
i'm obviously also watching out for a potential
heart-attack / stroke incident...
but i like this game... women have poker faces
worth of ****... they can't hide certain things...
i look at children, smile, but in me a stern-appropriation
of: yeah... i wish i could be your father, too...
i know he's drunk and chanting *******...
while i'm here... moderating the fact that...
it's only a game... it's not a war...
how these poor children don't want to be
indoctrinated into the football mantras...
  they want to escape being somehow: entertained...
a good practice, i found... when dealing with
crowd control...
look at some text... then translate it into Braille...
or Morse...
for example:
                       i see
                       ⠊ ⠎⠑⠑

it sort of helps when beginning to even out
the physiognomy of people...
they might look like football hooligans,
then again, living in the south east of England,
in Essex... i think the Northern folk are
rather... endearing... childish even...
oh forget about the Western woke Bristol-esque *****!
even i think the western Londoners are
*****... the Leeds supporters even chanted:
who hates Chelsea?! who!? who?!
something to that standard...

no... women have the supposed lady gaga
"poker-face" worth ****... sure... when they're 70...
and "perspectives" run: rife!
you can sense tension, esp. if it's ******...
****** tension is more apparent than...
the tension associated to violence between men...
men measure themselves up in accordance
to potentiality... ****** tension is a *******
circus of clowns by comparison...
i might be 6ft2 and weigh 220pounds in winter
but... that doesn't mean i'll get easily laid
in... hook-up? culture?!

point being... i can get an immediate hard-on
when i'm with a *******...
i tried to do the act... casually... once... or twice...
******* limp... LIMP!

oh no no... ******* with the Christian motto of:
MEA CULPA... you ******* with that right off!
i know my faults... but i'm not going to give into
you pushing me into a solipsistic bubble!
you too! et tu! didn't Caesar exclaim those
words  concerning Brutus?! et tu?!

       on the brighter side of, "things"...
can you imagine world war I trenches with transgender
soldiers?!
i'm thinking about it... if some men can look prettier
than some women...
there truly is some "vague" brotherhood that
outlasts the need to procreate...
i'd give the more wholesome women the benefit
of the doubt if... from past ages... they arrived at their
postures by having to knead dough...
but... since... that's automated...
******* these women is about as appealing
at punching myself in the face...
****! punching myself in the face is more appealing!
as i sometimes do.

****... all the pretty ones succumb to prostitution...
of sorts...
i think the mentality is: beauty is to be shared...
i have no other counter argument...
beauty is to be shared... esp. female beauty...
because a woman is the world: a woman is the womb...
i stopped caring when i started paying
for *** and not paying for dates...
it's called a transparency of transaction...
i won't waste your time: if you don't waste my time...

vectors and ratios, simple, no?