i went viral in the Arab world...
my facebook page has never known so much
attention... over 200 "friend" requests...
and counting... and all because i "befriended"
one Iraqi girl...

   lucky me... i told him:
you know i'm the bearded guy in the picture...
i'm not the ******* that's kissing me...
Khedra...
he couldn't stop himself...
well... that's a first...

       it's a bit weird... WEIRD... being a man
getting another man send you
his ******* picture.... circumcised:
i guess he's sending it like a sort of a complaint...

oh... i very much imagine he sent his ****-pick
as a complaint...
like a Frankenstein's monster he's insinuating:
look! look what they have done to me!
no... circumcision doesn't ease *******:
it actually hinders it...
but there's a buy-in mechanism...
a circumcised man is a woman wearing
a niqab...
it's sort of pointless to be circumcised
and leave women all her freedoms...

the way i think of it... a 2nd Islamic schism...
i'd follow the route of the Mamluks /
the Janissaries...
                   i.e. what's wrong with pork?
ergo... what's wrong with "god"?
      boars don't live in the deserts...
lambs and deserts...
           geographical-stereotyping biases...
and... the further up north you go:
you have to drink... it's not the ******* desert my
lad... you're not going to be dehydrated that
easy... you need more energy...
and you need to keep warm...

         alcohol works like caffeine in the cold...
blood is the spread of all disease?!
not beef blood... Taurus blood is vitality...
blood is vitality... just make sure you wash your
hands... you can't eat overcooked beef...
might as well become a Hindu and not beef
at all... beef needs to be eaten ******...
the refined sort of vampirism...
you can't eat well done beef...
                              don't beef to begin with!

you can't butcher an animal twice!
eating well-done beef is butchering an animal twice...
it's a bit like eating cooked sushi...
that's the equivalent!...

you can't eat cooked sushi... like you can't eat
a cooked stake tartar...
you need the raw egg yolk and the raw beef...
oh no... it can't be minced beef....
roughly cut pieces of the meat...

well... that's a first... "***** of Babylon" type
of entry...
i was never going to settle for a family project...
be the type of man who finds a woman
who has 2 children...
i remember coming back from a shift
and this family sat next to me...

she must have been 15... this lean blonde
pretty eyed looking blonde...
i was looking at her reflection in the train glass...
but at the same time...
looking at her interaction with her smartphone...
i don't ever think i ever used it to
replace the mirror, or the lake...
but i noted that she was... she wasn't taking
a selfie... she was using the phone as a pseudo-mirror...

me? raising children in this environment?
no... no thank you...
i don't want to be surrounded by people
strapped to "details" that can be easily avoided...
polygamy does that to men....
to ***-starved men...
they end up sending ****-picks to other men...
yeah... it's weird...
but what am i to do?
   being circumcised feels a lot like being
given fingers without any fingernails...
esp. if you don't have a subservient woman
to be coupled to...
        circumcision hinders the easy-way-out
of *******...
you probably need lubrication:
no... you do need lubrication and a hand-job...
and a *******...

the day ends when the Hebrews try to
subdue the northerners...
it ends... when some of the northerners
fall back on the proselytising toward Islam...
i'm bringing the choicest Hebrew elements to
Islam... the Latin script...
   i'm not going to give *******
before the crucifix... certain Africans can keep
that ****-show afloat.