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- ****** PLEASE, LEARN, TO, PUNCTUATE - there's a reason why i wrote it as: keffíyéh ėáhírā - look how many punctuation marks you can find in those two words! - *as much as it bids me a tear to abandon history, oh so suddenly, i grow historically apparent, in a congregational form to appease the past, and embrace the present... for we are staged in a revision of medieval history... the old titans clash, the old arithmetic ensues, the scimitar enters the ageing feminine republic... the old farts are ******** their underwear, heaving the depressed lusts of the already infamous youths of their trodden masses... readied the females, for the eased fate into the oil-rich fickles of the poochy-poochy-poo'h-ahs of tomorrow.* you could find subtler forms of censorship, than the ones you already know, how the brotherhood of **** germany: die neblig bergkalt... avaricious i...            only yesterday i walked with a thrill of a supermarket spree, a bag of salt & vinegar chips, and what of today?     two rolls of hoisin sauce duck... and the rain: as if clapping, soaking my hoodie... come next sun, and with it: the next moon,                i will be there: with my next goodmorning &, goodnight.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
salz und essig chips fetisch / keffíyéh ėáhírā
- ****** PLEASE, LEARN, TO, PUNCTUATE - there's a reason why i wrote it as: keffíyéh ėáhírā - look how many punctuation marks you can find in those two words! - *as much as it bids me a tear to abandon history, oh so suddenly, i grow historically apparent, in a congregational form to appease the past, and embrace the present... for we are staged in a revision of medieval history... the old titans clash, the old arithmetic ensues, the scimitar enters the ageing feminine republic... the old farts are ******** their underwear, heaving the depressed lusts of the already infamous youths of their trodden masses... readied the females, for the eased fate into the oil-rich fickles of the poochy-poochy-poo'h-ahs of tomorrow.* you could find subtler forms of censorship, than the ones you already know, how the brotherhood of **** germany: die neblig bergkalt... avaricious i...            only yesterday i walked with a thrill of a supermarket spree, a bag of salt & vinegar chips, and what of today?     two rolls of hoisin sauce duck... and the rain: as if clapping, soaking my hoodie... come next sun, and with it: the next moon,                i will be there: with my next goodmorning &, goodnight.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
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