This is not about the poverty stricken mess of a man whose name in the rears of cows doth not appear nor of he who hath fertilized the scalp of Ra with lice. Aggragating their mincy tunes into a foregone deploring head-first swandive, these prophets speak and conclude and rearrange, and alter and provide substance without ownership and clue to the depths hidden behind the net-fleece word-span, or so it is told, or sold for that matter. What God might have said about the machine in us might radiate into the periphery of this volcanic center of force, the thought of the Money in the Bank. Where we are at odds with this perfectly kind proposal it may produce headaches and systems of far away gone milky skies and ways before skiing robed men, Big, Lebowskilike, by the sides of the road in the road-killed world of my dear dear god. We must subside into our more natural flow curse the feline crop of the field of death, for felines do not deserve this title and this eye - red as bloody marble, we can not stand in its way without being its way. Oh marble come to me and relinquish my pride for your lovely curse and we shall birth a new child of honor, dignity and the greatest purification of the gentrified masses for all our sizes, shorts, clubs, underground dances and fires that smoke to death the lurking substance of the web of words, and create in its mist, midst, absence, a refreshing perspective on gun-chewing women from the 80’s.
The theory of saying what is not said by not saying it, is deep and meaningful but as yet displaced in the nature of things where it is hidden to be revelareid, whereas it should be revealed to be hidden in order for it to attain its plentiful significance in the minds of the mediocre men that I address, as well as perhaps causing some of the inferiority in the better men to culminate in its pitifulness and draw them down. Spit it out, I say - cut out the heart of the head that bites the snake and seep it in lemon, served on a small silver platter preferably, by the pool ---- such words, ranting or off topic, do not refresh the mind of its memories but take the stride into the term of plague and sneer at the devil of you, the perfect stranger, the one you address with you, the one you address by no terms because he is you, the one who is always addressed and never receives. Where “I” suggests activity, “you” suggests the world.
I do not belong here. This is why I am here. Is this not the motto of the [size=85]KRISTJUN[/size] who was called Christian before he was born. Every single one of those poor babies. The theory of throwing out the baby with the bathwater is called “he who steals a camel, also steals an egg” and means that justice can be inversed and undone. ContraN are you with me? I believe this is the point where the triangle of death must be explicated in terms of the procession of the Equinoxes and Arya, good old Iran vs Turan.
Ik bohoor neit heir. Het is duidelijk, niet meer aan te raken zelf biedt het de spanning het ooit had. Je hebt te veel tijd op uw handen, moet u een deel van het door te brengen in een meer nuttige inspanning, zoals zwemmen. De buren niet waarderen de geur, en hebben geklaagd bij de politie. Het consumeren van knoflook is geen vervanging voor deodorant. Het wordt geloofd door sommigen dat door te bijten de rechter, zal de waarheid bekend zijn, en het zal u bevrijden, of staan garant voor een harde opsluiting.
ezt nem ertem. sehogy, se!
the unborn are anxious for another try at it, not at all prior unnerve to dissuade or detract, they wait gently in utero floating in a miasma of intelligence,
there is no mystery but the obnoxious faux pain brought on by the so called evolutionary newest discovery of screaming
of streaming toward the light
of knowing, as if any science would solve the riddle,
as if what has been created, can be analyzed even at the point of self recreation without,
maybe the immaculate conception meant, was, as a reminder as to,
mind to man
to machine
as if any of that existed. garner overcoming fear power, into the ultra light of intent, good
so as to say, in the beginning, it was the word
and the word was good. then all scream absolved in the light of this evolved love , which has already as immaterial form, has preexisted the unspoken and the seemingly ridiculous.
hang on the fear need not
cause,
it is blinding binding
yet so minding
and kind , thing.
once it’s not as if presented you, if can do that, then , suspect all forgiveness,
as prospect, not
suspect, not,
the delirium is tailor made to be the other.
and the word arose, naturally,
each and every time
Kamwe haitoshi…
CN whats the best swim you ever took?
De zwem nam ik in je reet …
I didn’t know you were south African. It makes sense though.
I guess you’re from Joburg then.
You might like this.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSzNsKmXZG8[/youtube]
Ik gebruikte google translate dumbass … natuurlijk weet ik niet Afrikaans of Nederlands. Het was een Engels naar Nederlands vertaler, kwam vreemd genoeg als Afrikaans naar je. Ze zijn verwante talen.
誰にも、私は南アフリカから来たんだと思いますか？
Dat zeggen ze allemaal, aarsworm. maar je bent duidelijk zo’n heul-bal.
Je gabber?
Deze kil herinnert me aan je, mattie. Ga me niet vertellen dat je deze man niet kent ouwe!
Ja, ik ken hem, hij is de man die je moeder neukt.
Je hebt een betere smaak in muziek, als je deze shit cultuur noemen, je verdrietig weinig Nietzschean.
Moved to OT. If you’d rather Rant or Creative Writing, FC, let me know.
OH - no problem
No, it’s your brother, the one who rammed his dick in your mouth every morning to wake you up. You forgot, but it’s why you joined the army. It’s why you so love these boys.
You kow we have a shredded meat dish here called ‘US Platoon’? It’s sold in snackbars in western quarters of the city.
Go home, sad clown. Oh wait, you don’t have one.
Alles wat je zegt waar is, en ik t heeft me hirt gevoelens. Yo uw fantastische mogelijkheid om uittypen uw ruwe mannelijkheid, en uw vermogen om serieus schande mij, heeft mij zowel uw inate superioriteit benijden, en weliswaar een beetje seksuele verwarring. Kunt u me leren je weg?
Nice colors but I can’t understand a word you’re ‘translating’. Goofle.
For example, you made an accidental remark about licking my ass, which was quite disgusting, but typical of your methods. I did not actually think you’re southafrican, doofus, I just made a point of your comical attempts to address me in my native language combined with your disarming white trash persona.