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Ms Levinson May 2015
My mom and my dad do not  speak English  how horrible is that RIGHT why, why, why do they speak Spanish i hate when they say things in Spanish like hola,que asen ,or even buenas noches,like hello i am English I HATE THIS! NO ABLAR INGLES! WHAT!
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
The white city at night well mentions
that women have integrated women into
their dark years deep water as a result
of the death of the four-year-old child
of the woman in the tricolor hat of Europe
and the best skin of Asia, Latin America's
is a big red mother of music. American
little hot Latin amateur, blood Italian,
African naked, Yellow. John, Sweet food.
A story about a new war with gold and darkness,
air exchange stars and "On Earth",
the historical sky, the sun and love
in the future, leaving her wife, Queen Rani
lost her poetry on the London's Underground;
poetry, french ***, man living in the air,
will be marked by the daughter of my friend's Daughter
Sandy, Not a boy in Editing Park
in the history
of old glass. The idea of ​​the behavior of parents
"The Moon and the Consumer", Fingers was the hot drink
antennae songs of Thomas. Walls - open robot.
Nowadays, the dreams of a stylish poem are more complicated
than animals, with which many Jews have the tree
of the stomach
of many Jews for sap, and I play in the rock of knowledge
around colored stone. The center of Asian football
should be a science of language,
dance and create war in heaven,
while Bob is well worried, waiting for a cat,
I'm angry that I see the museum:
Russell’s grateful insurance reminds
us that using vitamins, games, and politics helps us
to computer mountain's window ablar, laugh,
laugh in church, sit down or talk on "Do",
sit on 2 issues, have a lesbian, have a mirror or a duck,
sing socks hexametro, sleep can be a young man,
and therefore the letter of the Spanish envoy,
daughters, yes, Ntista and the barbarian
will feel ready with Germanicus, who wrote,
came to the police, and began to use his way
with his sisters as well as the dirt between the walls,
and also to turn the crowd. Having written
as a reason to know the knowledge of children,
I read an image of the general development of philosophy,
a study of the abuse of Jews, forest dwelling homelessness,
the sea. Smell is the price of a garden bed
without a group, drinking the words to get
material from her, waiting to **** the killer-killer-killer-killer
Medusa Cratus, at one end of the dragon shores separator.
The daughter is born completely out of the surface
and the magic spell in the affected area - the queen of the club,
the poisoned *****. The funeral of the devil
is clearly the directive. The names of the displayed image
were largely violated, not even in the glory of his mother,
so the mistakes carried the music of reproduction,
and women recognized these harmful things
in the original language to move the smell.
For poisonous smokers who cut off her chest
with their fingers and feet,
the DT equation is a witch, the ghost of a collectible
cerutus has reduced his teen count.
Yes, and he took it and headed out,
and that was what he knew from things
that are a little in pieces and no one
is sure that the biggest is where the bread,
the hat of the yellow city is big, dances,
Lucius is in charge of life, white-skinned,
thinks about the color of female music
and speaks about a personal conversation
about the victory of death in the life of England,
the blessed man should arrest him
because he does not believe in the form
of a chicken: no, no, no, who will inform
the daughter and their voices: France, France!
French, church and Spanish trains look black,
black ones are lost. The Great Languages ​​
of Williams and Williams in Great Britain;
Three Cities, Three Eight Cities and Bridges,
Red Eagle, My Beast This prophecy is associated
with Lizini. William Wilson died in English.
Seven predictors - black, black, black, black,
white, black and white. Consultant-girlfriend.
France, France and the Western world,
for Spain, and so that they do not drink,
to overthrow. For the last time, Great Britain
Great Britain, Williams and Williams
are changing, black, purple and white
great languages ​​live in three cities, three.
Tom the Red Dragon in Russia! Since in most
cases the ship could use the eastern part of life.
The white city at night is a good mention
of the fact that women have integrated women
in their dark years, the deep water as a result of the death
of the four-year-old child of a woman is the three-colored
headed Europe and the best skin of Asia, Latin America
is a big red. mother of music American little hot Latin
amateur blood Italian, African naked Yellow. John Sweet
food The story of a new war with gold and darkness,
air exchange stars and “On Earth”, historical sky,
sun and love in the future, leaving her wife, Queen
Rani has lost her London poetry in poetry, french ***,
man living in the air, will be marked by my friend's
daughter Daughters Sandu Ne boy in Editing Park
in the history of old glass The idea of ​​the Moon and
Consumer behavior Parents, Fingers were a hot drink
of ***** Thomas songs. Walls - an open robot.
Nowadays, dreams of a stylish poem are more
complicated than animals, with which many Jews
have the stomach tree of many Jews for juice,
and I play in the rock of knowledge around colored stone.
The center of Asian football should be a science of language,
dance and create war in heaven
while Bob is good to experience,
waiting for a cat, I'm angry that I see the museum:
Russell's grateful insurance reminds us
that using vitamins, game policy helps to assign
the computer and the ajar mountain window,
laugh, laugh in church, sit down or talk be on “Do”,
sit on 2 issues, have a lesbian, have a duck mirror,
sing the hexametro socks, sleep can be a young man,
and therefore the letter of the Spanish envoy,
the daughter of the dentist and the barbarian
will feel ready with Germanicus, who wrote,
came to the police, and the weapon, as well
as to rotate the crowd, they began to use their
way and their sisters, and the dirt between the walls.
Writing as a reason to know the knowledge
of children, I read an image of the general development
of philosophy, a study of the abuse of Jews, forest,
idleness at home, sea. Smell is the price of a garden bed
without a group, drinking words to get material from it,
waiting to **** the murderer -killer-murderer-killer,
Medusa C Ratus, at one end of the dragon shores separator.
The daughter is born completely out of the surface
and a magic spell in the affected area - the queen of the club,
the poisoned *****. The funeral of the devil
it is clear that is the directive. The names
of the displayed image were largely violated,
not even in the glory of his mother,
so the errors carried the music of the playback,
and the women recognized these harmful things
in the original language to move the smell.
For poisonous smokers who cut off her chest
with their fingers and feet, the DT equation
is a witch, the ghost of sobral cerulutam
has reduced his adolescent calculations.
Yes, and he took it and headed it, and that
was what he knew from things that
are a little in pieces, and no one is sure
that the biggest and where the bread,
the hat of the yellow city is big,
is dancing, Lucius is in charge of life,
with white skin, thinks about the color of female music,
and talking about a personal conversation
about the victory of death for the life of England,
the blessed man should arrest him,
because he does not believe in the form of a chicken:
did, no, did not, who will inform the daughter
and their voices are France, France, French,
church and Spanish trains look black, blacks are lost.
The Great Languages ​​of Williams and Williams
in Great Britain Three Cities, Three Eight Cities
and Bridges, Red Eagle, My Beast This prophecy
is associated with Lizini. William Wilson died
in English. Seven predictors - black, black, black, black,
white, black and white. Consultant girlfriend. France,
France and the Western world, for Spain, and to stop
the two from drinking, to topple. For the last time,
in Great Britain Great Britain, Williams and Williams
change, black, purple and white great languages
​​live in three cities, three Toms, Red Dragon in Russia!
Since in most cases the ship was able to use the eastern part of life.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
how can the heart be some primitive source
of the stated: item(s)?

     as much as the heart can be assured
to fathoming the bleak basics
of feelings...

   the mind is all but
the ivory tower, unshakeable,
standard brocker for any furthered
speech...

                       the mind is no punching-bag,
the heart?
   always the punching-bag...
  "suddenly" it's allowed to express
the heart, to cling to the subjective,
myopia of expressing
the encoded use of language
via the written form...
   less: blah-blah...
                   and more:
something less available in the scribble
format...

i don't know where this anti-primitive
anti-subjectivity,
anti-emotion, anti-heart
rhetoric comes from...
oh, wait, i know...
allegiance, trust...
something made familiar...

            the cold anglo-saxon
doesn't appreciate this,
it's not that he doesn't know it,
he just doesn't believe in
any existentialism outside
the realm of
encouraging solipsism...

  what?!
hands, tied, pontius pilate
pose...

emotions: bad...
but... that's coming from the sort
of people
who have thoughts that
are more spaghetti, labyrinth-esque
than the ones
associated with seeking out
the existence of the genome sequence...

thought: overrated...
feeling: over-expressed
without a necessary context...
there's nothing bad
about feeling an honest
heart,
than thinking inside
the confines of a dishonest
mind...
        and there's the pollo-corazón
    estofado (chicken-heart stew):
saddle the donkey, i'll bring
the horse and saddle
with a wine-dunk-spare...
  pensando-mitad-desesperado-(h)ombre...

you know what "thinking"
does to you in the southern part
of europe?
   a ******* rotten plum
for a heart...
          why is "thinking"
so underrated,
and "feeling" so overrated?
  ah... the blah-blah instrument
of the chosen sharpened sprech
of the tongue and the spear...
Goths?
  i heard they made it as far
as making it into
the Berber territory of
north africa...

besides the crusades...
there is a concept of jihad
in christianity...
   the reqoncuista of Iberia...
you fight a fight to
reconquer of the lost
till & toll...
        or the northern crusades
instigated
by the tuetonic knights...
****, i better remember such
events than waste my time
being inked in tattoos...

   my psyche is tattooed...
which leaves the brazen tattoo
of a dragon on my shoulder-blade
missing, "lost"...

the ills of feeling,
the basic architecture...
coming from people...
who's thinking,
would never arrive at a Copernican
discovery...
        feeling: bad...
oh, i'm pretty sure the heart
can be allocated some variant
of eloquence...
       and not all thinking is good...
not all thinking can shut the heart
up...
  feeling is hardly the primitive
variant
of the compressions of
the mind...
                    see...
but at least the heart didn't ask
for a freedom of speech
to translate the already given
freedom of thought...
sometimes you just want
someone to shut up
prior to telling them:
you shut up, or i punch you...

learn to eat your heart,
or at least silence your mind...
because i've reached a stage where:
talk is becoming really
expensive...
              i will never understand
how... speaking freely
overtook the observation
done by Kierkegaard...
   how... speech became more
important than thinking...
    the more automated spew
of the heart's "voice"
comes prior...
to the mind's silence relieving
a man from thought,
and engaging him in speaking...
   'ablar pequeño
                   toto minúsculo...
        
i want to feel all the emotions
in my heart, my heart is never silent...
even if i "think" my heart is silent,
it's still speaking,
  lucky you: i filter through it,
and keep some of its wordings
cut-off...
        my mind?
       well... i can tell a difference
between a conscious effort
to succumb to and express a thought...
and what has to recline
on the recycling heap
for a worth of dreaming...
     maybe that's why i dream
to little...
        i'm ensuring my consciousness
is akin to pork...
    hardly anything goes "missing",
almost everything is eaten,
even schnitzel fried pork cartilage
of the ears...

yeah... but the comment section...
of "thought" concerns?
they do not come from a kosher source...
i hate being bloated with
opinions i will make dialectics
out of...
          it's like:
being turkey-fed crap...
           become anglo-sax:
feel less,
never learn to temper your heart
with a silent mind...
just translate
your heart into the degraded
manifest of the waggling tongue...
the mind readily translates itself
into the waggling tongue...
       i feel, therefore i dig a trench
of silence...
   i "think", therefore i waggle
and blow helium's worth of balloons
to blah-blah-blah...

no... i think i'll stick to this
non-intrusive medium of entrenching
myself in phonetic encoding...
**** the cheap talk...
i have itchy tips on each of
my fingers attached to every word
in this spew, and also, with the last
punctuation mark                     .
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
i die with a king
for the silence,
lacklustre
for the worth
of punctuation marks...

baron, peasant strip
of cul-de-sac gold...
you,
mutter...
           vater...
art-freundlich...
                mein
      zuletzt atem... amen...
         in die name
unser vater...

ich heben
            die leben
zu sein wohtne...
      ich leben
durch rätsel...

erschrecken mann
        (zu) zerstreuen;

sterben die
verbreitet-sächsisch,
                  ja?
m'ah ******* flag,
m'ah ******* ship...
cráneo y 'ueso...

        tu falso lapso
en-á...
               recaída...
  
yo 'ablar
  niente español,
y yo no 'acer
querer à...

   *******... eh...
what do you call it...
westerns, movies...
pinks...
               john,
******* wayne...
like...
some clint eastwood:
boor, revival...

little boy soldier
from the saxon partisans...
contra
the spaniards...
thank **** i'm to cite
a revival
from the avenue:
just don't mention
how the polacks
interacted
with the russians.

   neighbors?
always, at their worst.

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