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so... it's no longer enough that i learn your language, into a p.s. of conversational etiquette - addressing the confrontational assertion of the existence of orthography, minding your, Germanic, metaphysical ******** and then...    i'm, supposed, to, listen to your average citizen, dictating rules, like some sort of king?! i'll drink a beer, walking past the east ham central mosque... and i'll be like: getting the **** eyes ****** you stare - in reply: you know what? do it... **** it... do it... make me a ******* martyr...      but i'm going to drink this beer, feeding a solidarity of the 7/7 commuters... hence my teasing...        once i'll burn scissors and craft a tattoo on my arm... once i'll put out a cigarette on my left hand's knuckle...    the everyday englishman who "thinks" he's king...       i'm thinking... plum hues to replace mascara... with a ******* fist...              no... private property, is private property...    now i'm gagging for a fist frisking! i'm less trigger happy, and more, european, i.e. knuckles itchy! i want to juggernaut something down... and then start biting into it! any obnoxious englighman, being a **** will satiated my palette. GNASH GNASH GNASH... i want... a chance... to scoop clean... the "riddle" of meaty chicken schnacks of drum-sticks... fiddle fiddle, fiddle me something... i want to engage in a 1, 2, punch & bite something... attempting to relieve itself from physical confrontation, having exhausted its verbal allowance.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
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so... it's no longer enough that i learn your language, into a p.s. of conversational etiquette - addressing the confrontational assertion of the existence of orthography, minding your, Germanic, metaphysical ******** and then...    i'm, supposed, to, listen to your average citizen, dictating rules, like some sort of king?! i'll drink a beer, walking past the east ham central mosque... and i'll be like: getting the **** eyes ****** you stare - in reply: you know what? do it... **** it... do it... make me a ******* martyr...      but i'm going to drink this beer, feeding a solidarity of the 7/7 commuters... hence my teasing...        once i'll burn scissors and craft a tattoo on my arm... once i'll put out a cigarette on my left hand's knuckle...    the everyday englishman who "thinks" he's king...       i'm thinking... plum hues to replace mascara... with a ******* fist...              no... private property, is private property...    now i'm gagging for a fist frisking! i'm less trigger happy, and more, european, i.e. knuckles itchy! i want to juggernaut something down... and then start biting into it! any obnoxious englighman, being a **** will satiated my palette. GNASH GNASH GNASH... i want... a chance... to scoop clean... the "riddle" of meaty chicken schnacks of drum-sticks... fiddle fiddle, fiddle me something... i want to engage in a 1, 2, punch & bite something... attempting to relieve itself from physical confrontation, having exhausted its verbal allowance.
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Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
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