yeah... and i started mastrurbating when i was 8... just before my testicles started producing *****... so an ****** was a muscular reflex... talk of abortion? i don't know what that is... a musuclar reflection, that's transcribed into a woman talking? i hear this stuff online... the whole m.g.t.o.w., but i'm only 30, and i haven't been asked for divorce... monk?! monks?! what's the whole abortion argument? to be honest? i really, don't want to know... queen sheba knew: the world would be populated by olives, copper skinned people... pro-life seems to me, like the reverse of ****... men need to be ***** by the state, to provide for their ******* children... oh wait... you didn't sign and legal agreement akin to marriage? and your a british citizen, and she's russian? what sort of legal requirements are there to bind you down to make the stated reperations? any? none? i remember a finnish girl running around cow gate (street in edinburgh) like some sort of hajar, running between al-safa and al-marwah... i gave her a glass of *****... her friends simply told me: she's looking for her boyfriend. girl was mad! like hajar!
me? i was a trained monkey up to the age of 21...
prior? a brilliant cinematic out-take
of my now, day-to-day...
god, what a brilliant memory bank...
i think of psychiatrists, and their *regression
tactic as: sawn-off shotguns, and intimidation...
regression? planting false memories into you head...
some, really didn't take to the hippocratic oath...
i'm pretty sure they didn't.
they seem to assume they have
some sort of diplomatic immunity...
like a bull a china shop;
i'm like, you're mincing beef?
and they reply: yeah...
make sure my ego doesn't go into the mixture,
so we can "admire" the numbers,
and use phrases like: dodo, project, species...
nuclear family...
given we're playing something
akin to poker? i fold,
there's a billion chinese, extinction
of the human species, isn't really on the cards...
white people say: shouldn't have taxed us so much;
wait, is that even a vailable statement to make?
not really, no.
i couldn't stop laughing at the following
observation though...
you hear it all the time... i was doing this that and the other
aged 4...
i was a child genius... but ended up as a supermarket
cashier...
people get this mozart complex...
they think that if they did something aged 4,
or any age pre-teen... they're somehow: the genie
conjured from aladdin's lamp....
people always want to cite themselves at
a very young age, to argue: here i am... and i am, genius!
try telling mozart to write a poem...
that trained monkey couldn't write you a word...
he could knock-down-ginger (an english game) any day of
the week... but writing a poem?
if there is such a thing as poetic genius (which i earnestly
doubt that there is) -
it would, or rather could only manifest itself
in a teen environment...
prior to? bleh bleh bleh, bleh... hotel transylvannia...
that's why i'm laughing...
oh ****... my stomach, my cheeks... i'm starting to think
i need to put matchsticks or cotton buds into my mouth,
since the smile is joker-permanent... it's ache! it's ache!
(h)ey-k(hhh) - static...
why try to impress someone by saying:
oh when i was four... i could plagiariße a rembrandt...
sure... and who's the cute coo-chi-goo-goo?
p.s.
"sharp s"... that's a zee... ß... s? straightened out
and told to walk into a mirror: z...... S Z:
chiral dynamism, non-superimposable... well, unless
the mirror | is ß... but that's not english, so... m'eh.
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