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I am a good girl......
growing my hair used to be fun, nothing trans-gender... more akin to "procrastinating" before a poster of slayer with jeff hanneman's goldenschlösser: und ich "sagte": isch werden wachsen mein haar: wie longe deine! und lernen schlechtdeutsche was könnte mit "diese"! süd, von himmel: punctuate my brat mein görsohn: i have learned to love deutsche in ways... formerly found / bound to impossible... in acquiring free a bit of deutsche... herring-zunge... says BOB underwater: must be, a, fish! better german than russian... closer to englisch... but i came across post-colonialism... amerika... and... die affe! the ape! what to do? what to do? what do do? riddle the ape out of existence... try twice better riddling out Darwin... ha ha... or Dickens out of the collective unconscious of the Ęnglish! all nouns succumbing to a -lish suffix... i.e. and the leash? better here than among the post-colonial remains of the english empire... i'm not immune to the pork-chops and soap-opera of slighting... i have to re-invent the "micro-aggression" of... slighting... it's such an un-profound word that has to emcompass the bellybutton of Greenwish and somehow arrive at the concept of "west" via the direction of EAST... wonderful stuff... Attenborough's toasted rye... sorry... were you having a trans-genertaional arguments about who what who when they were being bitched slapped and whipped for ooze of onomatopoeias in sex? the hindu fucked the singh... and the... and the turban was passed like a hot apple from one lap to another... and... no one in this throng heard of the Krupps... or Jeremi Wiśniowiecki or Bohdan Khmelnytsky?! "apparently" no civil war happened... what a little shit-show of a concentrated "ethnicity" i do come from... like i... have no post-colonial qualms or ways to settle "scores" with... i feel... almost... "naked" in how others take to their enterprises... with full support...
mind you... i did hear of anders breivik before i heard of: KARL OVE... sorry... reality is... a shitstain of the ambitions of: the good people...
now instead of growing my hair long i grow my beard long... and... if i wasn't faking... i would be faking this statement from my grandmother: you don't even begin to comprehend how thick your beard is... what's the point of dating? i mean... what's the point of dating... when a grandmother can satisfy my "narcissism" of "admiring" the pubes on my face that no woman would mind... or rather: mind... in that it would be something worth admiring... as long as it would be subsequently shaved off...
i once went to a prostitute and didn't fuck her because i forgot to trim my pubes... i excused her from sucking me off and peeling off a Raul Castro by kissing her for an hour and pretending she was a cat in my arms... i just forgot to trim my pubes... what's not new?
i did call it: i forgot to forget not forgetting to take up "erectile dysfunction" with me... although i knew that: a hard-on among prostitutes is like... finding Bambi among the trophy-pieces on a wall by the signature of Gaston...
try taking up the argument with a former British colonial subject... but i'm the "other" european... all of a sudden... they're ethiopian jews! living in a post-colonial society is like... the ability to live without french, or shylock... or past ills... and past realities of an Ikey Solomon: shit never happened... learn to murmur and... squint!
better pretend to be german in england these days... you can at least learn to tell boring gin & tonic jokes... for your own amusing circumstance of pissing down the awe of existence through the anus of an ape... not even Netwton matters right now! be thankful! cretin!
shhhh! shoosh p'ah! sit! forever the trained dogs... the... scoundrel ox-ford-shire-terriers... the spaniels! grrrr... and otherwise: god forbid... flannel?! flannel is to "somehow" replace tartan chequers?! posh: aye?! not ck ck ck ck enough? check what? cue but no queue? well... if that's the case... we truly are in a tight spot to mind further matters of delicacy and superstition and manners: rational decency and... all that... operatic bollocks.