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the n.s.a. boys ought to know, after all, shuttle in space? no ******* carpenter could do that one... the MEA CULPA ******* is... spoken on... DEAF... EARS; i.e., if there is an "i", there most certainly is a: you.
and what's wrong with the imitation
of st. peter via van gogh?
two ******* ears?!
they call him the christ church of
the open heart,
a heart open, in a pose of
being crucified,
by modern standards,
that's man, with a heart
as an iron maiden,
sitting in a chair,
pretending he's posing
for a ****.
no point grinding your teeth son,
if, you don't have a rifle.
answer: give me a pistol
and i'll show you how
the guillotine, that *****-of-a-mother
of napoleon didn't give
birth to him...
and because girls go left,
and the boys go right...
we can have elemental
attire, post-scriptum vive -
men don the earth,
women don the fire...
and that's H, H similis,
Y: breathes the air,
W: move the waves...
ah, my modern lepers,
volunteers for the "cause"...
vetrans are our modern lepers...
but then again, who would
know what the sand-she-imp
says, when wars are no longer
faught with brute, axe and sword,
but by mere bling, bling bling...
as soon as paper money is
devauled, so will the toys, weilded...
no one has ever thought
it worthwhile to craft mountains
from sand-dunes!
as sahara was once a mountain
range...
these ******* arabs
think they can fake sand with metal?
of christ with an open heart
in a pose very much unlike a perched
crow, hunched on a rooftop
or rather man sitting in a chair...
an open heart...
my heart, an iron maiden...
but then again:
in a scenario transcribed
to us...
what is more comfortable?
the ragnarök sea at Hvalba,
the sensible seeking for
the flight of Icarus at Lønin
a gift of yolk,
prior to the foetus!
does woman not understand
chicken?!
how can you have
a moral tendon, while still
eating eggs?! sanctifying them?!
what, is wrong with, you, "people"!
you talk abortions with
a moral compass as if
the 6 day Lønin transition
didn't take place!
castrato sing-along...
*******... sunshines!
daddy's whittle girrrrrrls...
egg ≠ there's a foetus inside it...
because the Faroese know
that once a spermatoid starts evolving
the egg is not to be eaten!
break my ***** while you're
at it? why not chop them off
and have it over and done with...
women really shouldn't eat eggs...
chicken eggs...
or any eggs for that matter...
what?! i'm eating ******* abortions
all the ******* ****** time
and yet: sanctity!
sacred!
apparently the yolk
proves the non existence of
**** *****...
its ooh ooh... kasper
zee freundlichgeist!
so why the delay the ******
matter if it's not about: lounging...
getting happy when you're 80?!
huh?!
came the fish, the lizard,
the hybrid lizard (bird),
came the fish, came the mammal,
and then came, irish politics...
how can a woman have ownership
of *****, when in birds
there's a delay period,
meaning: i'm eating a *******
yoke of egg, and i don't see not
little embryo of a whittle yella
sticking in between my teeth...
**** me... this is one hell of a party!
are eggs abortions?
or just the non-existent reflex
mechanism of women?
if birds have a 6 day delay
button implanted in them...
and the Faroease people know
that...
my my...
how many slaves
of ****-****-and-*****
i see, as i walk among them.
/ pa pa don't preach, my ma ma gonna lie...
i'm hardly in love but
i'm most certainly a dependent *****...
pa pa don't preach, my ma ma gonna lie...
i'm so much, hardly in love,
i might as well... cry. /
life's cruel, deal with it;
last time i checked...
i think my parents lied to me that
i had a twin brother,
that died at child-birth...
as a child they had this lament
configuration running in their heads
with the sentence:
in this world you have someone
who looks exactly like you...
those exact words...
aww... but poor matti doesn't get to tell
his mournful tale...
he just needs to hear
the ****** english in their
post-scriptum 20th angst of cities
built upon coal-mining...
if they ever get to learn
about the atom bomb... tell me...
maybe seeing a ******* wind-turbine
might change their xenophobic-claustrophobia
of their own, kin.
i'm still going to eat eggs,
well "abortions"...
6, ******* days!
and on the 7th?!
god didn't rest, he created life!
as those at the Lønin descent,
about the Fulmar will tell you.