i can sort of see it... the ice age...
the melting of the ice from the north...
which probably did...
create floods in the middle east...

wake up... drink some milk...
go back to bed... get a pumped up while
listening to so music...
get up again... drink some whiskey...
smoke a cigarette...

      yep... floods...
                  start puking...
      oh mein gott... what a relief...
almost like taking a ****...
      puking... regurgitation...
   that beautiful sight of thick sick phlegm
and inverted ****...
      you can almost see the split
milk...
      well... a bit like fried eggs...
the yolk... isn't even there...
but the protein curd is there in little
islands surrounded by the thick smear
of acid water... and phlegm...

         right... one slap... two slaps to the face
by my own hand... i'm awake... i'm awake...
troubles in Sweden...
   thank you for the deluge...
  troubles in Germany: thank you for the two world
wars...
troubles in Turkey... whatever: Ottoman...
troubles in Ukraine: yes... thank you:
Bohdan Khmelnytsky...
          troubles in Russia... well... no surprises...
troubles in the U.S.A.:
                  but... i have just discovered the existence
of meritocracy in England...
the asylum of all the nations of the world...

the three outlets for a man to truly enjoy...
*******...
   ******* out diarrhoea...
    oh... that's just a relief: that's why i could
never entertain homosexual acts...
and now... esp. in the morning after drinking
some milk prior to drinking some whiskey...
puking...
        wait a tick... so i am almost like a woman,
i too have three "holes"...

i have to admit... i watched some... dire...
dire... horror **** last night...
   i don't know how it happened...
i must have been unable to fall asleep...
ah... there's this channel: horror ****...
staged... or real?
   female prison...
       female prison guard... the actual sadist...
no... i think it was real...
the way she used that truncheon...
the way she forced her ****** to gag
the female prisoners...

        you need to be seriously drunk to stomach
that kind of ****...
and i was seriously drunk enough to stomach
that kind of ****...
    but... well... if you're armed with
enough Marquis de Sade scribbling...
                   you wake up the next day...
drink some milk... go back to bed... listen to some
music... get up again...
drink some whiskey and... puke...

i was seriously only trying to find a video
of a pregnant woman *******...
silly little me...
                 but this **** is so... ugh... freely available...
i turn into a right ol' limp **** when
i see people... use violence during ***...
it's such a turn off...
i almost ***** myself into jerking myself off
to that crap...
                       whatever happened to... tenderness?
the idea of... how... do oysters replicate?!
seriously: show me a video of how oysters ****...
i'm curious...

i must be the wrong sort of drunk...
get me in the right mood and i'm a fiend striving for
lust...
   violence... that comes last...
i even imagined myself in a confrontation with
someone... i'd kiss them first... try to lick their face...
for the recoil...
better than pushing and shoving and any judo
tricks...

i've seen some pretty wild ****... but this was on level
with that movie: Hostel...
this wasn't deep-web shady... covert stuff...
out in the open...
           you can't think the same after seeing
that sort of crap... readily available...
maybe that's why *** is so dangerous...
esp. when all you want is a yummy-tummy-teddy-bear
of affection from a woman...
and instead... she wants to be humiliated...
debased...
          a thin ******* line...

                 or rather: you want to give her
a yummy-tummy-teddy-bear's worth of affection...
but she might be like: nein!
         Fraulein hiss! spank me! subject me to
****** violence...
                  i have my kinks... but...
                              that's just... wong... wok wong...
Mongolian hype wong...

it's sort of like... just because a woman feels bad...
and by feeling bad she has to alleviate herself from feeling
**** she has to sink further down...
which most women do...
        i'm not giving into those urges...
at least prostitutes have already reached peak bottom:
the nadir of *****... but... that's where you can
find women to elevate...
   or at least... that's what i found...
kiss on the hand blah blah...
    even i wasn't expecting to try ******* for the first
time aged 35... well... not like it did anything
for me... coffee... *****... nicotine...
eh... *******... i'll pass on that one...

                    adrenaline... give me adrenaline...
i need that... but... you can't really make a synthetic
drug equivalent to adrenaline:
it's auto-generated... which is a good concept to have
in your pocket...

it's good though... watching **** like that...
you recoil... a bit like watching a David Attenborough
nature show... detailing the lives of insects...
you sort of... jeez... really? ugh...
i want yummy-tummy-teddy-bear **** ****
cuddles and sweat-smear muscle and pelvis pains
hours later...
              what a turn off... feminism and her bride
of sadism in female's liberation movement of
exploring nothing but ***: but ***... it's everything:
with the prefix: ***-.

well... maybe that's just me...
          i'm fine with that... i'm fine with not being
an *******... that's truly: a perfect recipe to
imitate the life of Pangloss...
                  albeit: optimistically yet forever suspicious...
of life from the per se basics: up!