Thank gods (wherever you mysterious fuckers are) for blogs.
Descibe a friend to me,please.Because i think i've termed mine,as friends,incorrectly.
i remain beaten and bruised by judgement.no i lie; >JUDGEMENT!! GRRR!!! ILL EAT YOU< i am left wondering,contemplating and lamenting as a miserable waste of space over the great concept of WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
how personal can a "friend" get involved and comment your life?
It pisses me off.More people need to go read a book and lessen noise pollution (a dying cause)
[winter has past, yet we still wait for one of our wonderful south african thunderstorms.I miss the smell and feeling of being notified,once again,of how insignificant you are in comparison.The dust is dampened and its vast presence power never goes unnoticed,yet you do notice the little frogs coming out of nowhere and the little flying ants going beserk.It is still hot, so you sit on your porch and wait for the gush of cooler wind with a ciggarette and silent temperament.The african land from predators to prey has a moment of "stilte" and awaits nourishment from above.]
[Our little protest was denied in June and now it is personaly denied again.Had a meeting with the head of police in the area and a boardroom table full of representitives-black and white...basically it was no from the beginning,They just want to keep their jobs.Again,we have totalitarians trying to fit in a "democracy".I labour over this country no more]
"Fear is the mother of mortality" Nietsche.Fuck them,Our Leading African party can stay in their black mercedes and tailored suits eating their peoples food like little pussies for fear of the power of the people.They'll shoot themselves in the foot in the next four elections anyway (that is a prophecy,i guarentee you).
sorry for the rant.
Im on the dark side of my soul today
<3
Descibe a friend to me,please.Because i think i've termed mine,as friends,incorrectly.
i remain beaten and bruised by judgement.no i lie; >JUDGEMENT!! GRRR!!! ILL EAT YOU< i am left wondering,contemplating and lamenting as a miserable waste of space over the great concept of WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
how personal can a "friend" get involved and comment your life?
It pisses me off.More people need to go read a book and lessen noise pollution (a dying cause)
[winter has past, yet we still wait for one of our wonderful south african thunderstorms.I miss the smell and feeling of being notified,once again,of how insignificant you are in comparison.The dust is dampened and its vast presence power never goes unnoticed,yet you do notice the little frogs coming out of nowhere and the little flying ants going beserk.It is still hot, so you sit on your porch and wait for the gush of cooler wind with a ciggarette and silent temperament.The african land from predators to prey has a moment of "stilte" and awaits nourishment from above.]
[Our little protest was denied in June and now it is personaly denied again.Had a meeting with the head of police in the area and a boardroom table full of representitives-black and white..
.basically it was no from the beginning,They just want to keep their jobs.Again,we have totalitarians trying to fit in a "democracy".I labour over this country no more]
"Fear is the mother of mortality" Nietsche.Fuck them,Our Leading African party can stay in their black mercedes and tailored suits eating their peoples food like little pussies for fear of the power of the people.They'll shoot themselves in the foot in the next four elections anyway (that is a prophecy,i guarentee you).
sorry for the rant.
Im on the dark side of my soul today
<3
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Would that mean that I would have to stop perving over you..?