what sort of punishment is this? i beg to differ should anyone insinuate otherwise: that is isn't some sort of macabre way of polishing shoes... two days strapped to the bed... unable to eat all too able to sleep... did this torture arrive while Taylor Swift's army scrutinized the internet for the comments and came with the idea that her concerts were somehow safe spaces for all: how as the security team we didn't receive bomb threats otherwise ****** frustrations and ****** deviations how there wasn't a male ******* in the vomitory and then exposing himself because the ratio of male to female toilets was so unaccommodating and how the women would take advantage and just simply walk into the male toilets unannounced and... i assume: or... i even hope that they wouldn't be caught ******* into the urinals... that would really be a Duchamp moment of how to treat the rainbow brigade of confused sexuality... i wish i was drunk a little more: it's not Edie is giving me heartache because i'd rather do my driving license on Kauai than spend another 2 or 3 weeks on this godforsaken continent... imagine melancholy imagine lethargy and a sloth that's a catharsis... this is me: at my best estimation: resetting... i don't know what for... but i'm in no way in control: able... to summon a will to live... if i'll be able to bounce from this i'll be remotely happy... but so much lies so much undercurrent narratives how this one, elder gentleman insinuated: and they called me obtuse... for whatever reason... this Gen Z candy can crush... candy can crush... cancan dancers aged 14 new age brave new world feminism and into the mix thirsty men from Arabia: these female dissonance this losing my plot and my think it's only, now, sinking in... but... if i allow myself to concentrate on words: because i'm not writing this from an abode of ****** frustration, constipation blah blah... a genuine concern: how long do these women "think" they can pull off the walk-around pithy for a harem... pithy for a harem... i actually had to look up the meaning of the word: pithy... personally? i think it's adequate... if you think about it... given i've seen so much white flesh and it felt like an epileptic fit with strobe lighting to boot... and it just is... somehow: not annoying? somehow there isn't an overload of sensation, stimulation... the way these women unabashedly just parade a faking of innocence and then groom the younger siblings into committing the same sin of over-exposing males to their finicky travesty? seriously, seriously: i'm paying the price of working security at a Taylor Swift concert... i usually drink but this is not me dealing with the afterthought of drinking too much: i've seen too much... i just walked into hell... i walked into hell 7 ******* times... and Islam is not going to just justify to me that a just reward is 72 virgins waiting for me as i try to persuade the minds of people: i'm about to ****... to tell me: Allah is the highest theonym because Allah is not the highest theonym: YHWH is... the cyclops... Y H H W
the Ukrainian girl i was working with when i was sexually harassed: oh we talked about history, Perestroika... cannibalism under starvation conditions... and Polish, L'viv... NIC and NIĆ (nothing and thread) clearly... she started cackling like a magpie and a Babayaga all the same... thus the touching pointers of each letter in the theonym
but now i'm going to concentrate on what i concentrated with her, dear, Victoria, i hope you don't mind...
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because i dated a girl from St Petersburg and she was into literature and a daughter of a timber oligarch from Siberia and when i met her grandmother she told me it was her mother and when i met her mother she told me it was her sister and when i met her father she forgot to tell me her sister was, her mother was, married to him...
i can get ****** up on philosophy and drinking: but women... they get off on something, completely: else... so me going to a brothel was kind of sobering... psychiatrists, priests, prostitutes... the sacred trinity of who you talk to: don't trust me: i'm the fourth wheel in the machinery: i can be truthful but i can also be flamboyant: poetry is thus... Muhammad was right to distrust us... but that was a time long before journalism came along... now we're the lesser evil... i don't sing pretty i don't rhyme... but apparently the Quran is... wait... what is it? supposedly the envy of poets? the Quran is a poem: like no other? Gabriel suggested that? wow! spectacular!
or maybe the past 2 days i've been tortured because i made an honest critique of: so the Pakistanis say they are the purest of races... yet... they end up... ******* on the toilet seat in a public toilet: for me... to later imagine... tapeworms of the microcosm able to travel through ***** and osmosis into my buttocks... to later become dead white blood cells of Beelzebub's kiss as i squeezed them out from my face... is that... it?! and this whole jumping of the queue when signing out: so i did say: ******: is this concept of queue something too metaphysical for you to comprehend? are we standing here for: ******* alms?! so what, the, ****?! clearly we're not going to get along any more... i'm going to bail or i'm going to zero myself out of this whole life... pattern: just jumbling words right now... i keep my sanity with my cat... testing: if i can go with 2 days of not eating properly: they can survive with me neglecting them should this aura of grey and miserableness not lift me from my slumber... because it's clarifying in its devastation of immobilizing me... i have been... immobilized...
so what? i can breathe but i can't speak: is this the Taylor Swift critique of getting sexually harassed or is this me telling the ******* UMMAH that your puritans are retards and **** on toilet seats in public?! you *****... you skivvy ***** *******... i know you... you're ******* ***** squalor seminal indentations of what the Europeans thought of the Jews in the 20th century... we have to deal with these new incursion of bad hygiene: once more?! oh please... justify your singing the Surah to the ******* stones... you ***** ugly, *******... cousin-******* 6th finger short on each hand!
p.s. i hope you do realize: what's happening in Ukraine right now? that's called target practice... my own people are stupid i don't even know why Nietzsche would envy being a ******... oh sure sure: i'm not hearing anything concerning the French of the Slavic realm... but sooner the Slavs... succumb to this ****** Germanic thinking that's not even remotely considerate of... the Slavs would sooner wage war with each other than allow any parasitical thinking into their realm... this woke ******* monstrosity without god, this hybrid fuckery of anti-vitality!