she just said, a disturbed song lyric: i want to play with your evil inside... true story... a Novosibirsk girl... who invented this masochism of globalisation? florida china... california spanish apples? sometimes me and a tiny village in crimea would do, just fine... i don't understand why people get bored about brick walls so quickly, or don't contend in chess... or make an easy su doku puzzle extra complicated by repeating 20 seconds of a type o negative song...
mi niet nie(t) budyed...
me charisma...
me pogrom...
listening in on football hooligans...
dirt, naked,
which was much more than an
american girl doing a hand-job
trying to buy alcohol later...
just thinking: arab has oil (black gold)...
now he wants snow...
arab wants snow?
can the ****** manage the cold?
what the **** do you take to integrate
eskimos in alaska or ultra-mongols
in siberia... sun-cream, or sunglasses?
arab has black gold... now he wants snow...
****** wants snow...
i'm laughing because his women
aren't equipped to standardise that
environment... they'll need much more
than a niqab if that's what you're trying
to colonise... seriously... much more
than a niqab... niqabs don't work in siberia...
be slavic *****... we darwinist...
you ******* darwinist?
you survive, or you
die? like... die?
die telling funny jokes?
you darwinism?
i mean... i love watching a woman
exposing her genitals,
******* on screen,
all wet and i think i'm
watching daffodils...
it's spring...
i clench my teeth and imagine sheep..
then i take a bite... and *sheer...
bradzie! idziom!
finally... what wakes the barbarian...
and what gives it so much support,
given rugby is so... so... ******* boring?
just look at the horde... look at it wriggling
and angry...
all those yachts can go to hell...
i remember owning a doberman,
and he bit into a **** and there were this
maggots wriggling inside of it...
that really defined my childhood memory...
what's the west if not a trans- debate
about genitals? so... what the **** is that?
boiled, scrambled or poached?
or the next post-Freudian metaphor...
what is it that might even provide me
for a cohesion strategy?
but you're still need more thana niqab is you're
going to spread to siberia,
the jew hating in the koran seems a bit of a fake,
given the invasion of germany...
some ******* queer look at debating free will...
the muslims are doing the jews deported from europe
a favour... really...
how coulnd't they...
the problem is... what favour are the muslims doing
to the europeans?
pasnawitz harasho... the **** is this model of springbox
talking? the english talk spaghetti nasal in american,
i know that... they're like nag nag nag nausea...
peppercorn on the ******* throat...
i'm trying to actually write what a Bulgar
******* calls harasho...
nie(t) that tao is annoying... in polish that's written
as: i won't build this...
nie............. budjed....
harasho?
ok... look... there's no laughing about it...
i just get -арашo....
i can't find a ha... maybe because that's because
н couples to en, or na na na, na na na...
nursery rhymes would be easier...
harasho... or... dobże? or dobrze? or ok?
china ching or quang moong do?
try a Beijing duck!
iffy... it's like you almost
want to pick up these influences for the mere
hell of it... given the fact that your message is
so different...
it's just problematic...
how do you not attach ю (yu)
to э (aha! no attache letters!)
and then not say niet budyed....
ниет будюэд.... how?
i'm only writing this because i've been told to hate poland,
and then later told to call england the narcissistic
bellybuttons the the world, with their greenwich 0...
i actually don't think i was told lives...
given that english women are reducible to
bridget jones diaries, or a rotherham journal of a
teenage girl...
i swear... if i'm not marx and there is no engels...
then this is a revision of victorian england...
given the english treatment of children
or the concept of marriage...
that's hardly me boasting...
what's coming, living with your parents?
drinking to excess but still able to watch the oscar ceremony
with them and then writing your father's
invoices?
hence the pyramid argument:
throw one of a one-armed bandit into the equation
and let's never meet on what could be called
a mutuality or.... that shared plataeu akin
to a.a., because the internet never fosters that attempt
at cohesion... well... unless people flock to
suicidal sites...
me? i'm still much more bothered about
ниет будюэд... and whether that really does translate
as niet budyed... yack jack jesus yahweh
had me bewildered why genghis khan came along.
