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/ what is, exactly, the concept of fame, within the confines... sorry... asylum... of the species of SUPER-POWERED JACKED-UP chimps? merely fungus elevation with steroids to boot? anti-german to the point of anti-deutschesprechen? my english neighbour is this close ( )        in teaching me the arithmetic of my right hand... i can't get over it... he can't look me in the eyes, but has to bypass talking to me, ******** over my mother? a fifty year old can't look me in the face, and has to talk down to my mother?       sorry...       is this an englishman?! a grown man, can't face me, eye to eye and tell me his grievances?!                he has to bypass honour, dignity, courage, using a woman?!     ******* ****            thankfully the blank pixel space is where i vent out my anger,    rather than, unlike the stereotype of a caveman dragging a woman by her hair...    me? middle and ring finger... dipped into the mouth... and then dragged... never mind biting along the way...    but i'd drag the **** of a "man" with those fingers lodged in its mouth...       to the nearest whipping point...      and scold him...   until a leather belt would feel like pouring boiling water onto his buttocks! - this is not an englishman... this is...                a ******* cookie, a Y.A.         "protagonist".
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
"fame"
/ what is, exactly, the concept of fame, within the confines... sorry... asylum... of the species of SUPER-POWERED JACKED-UP chimps? merely fungus elevation with steroids to boot? anti-german to the point of anti-deutschesprechen? my english neighbour is this close ( )        in teaching me the arithmetic of my right hand... i can't get over it... he can't look me in the eyes, but has to bypass talking to me, ******** over my mother? a fifty year old can't look me in the face, and has to talk down to my mother?       sorry...       is this an englishman?! a grown man, can't face me, eye to eye and tell me his grievances?!                he has to bypass honour, dignity, courage, using a woman?!     ******* ****            thankfully the blank pixel space is where i vent out my anger,    rather than, unlike the stereotype of a caveman dragging a woman by her hair...    me? middle and ring finger... dipped into the mouth... and then dragged... never mind biting along the way...    but i'd drag the **** of a "man" with those fingers lodged in its mouth...       to the nearest whipping point...      and scold him...   until a leather belt would feel like pouring boiling water onto his buttocks! - this is not an englishman... this is...                a ******* cookie, a Y.A.         "protagonist".
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
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