another ideology.

i am ok, you know… you don’t have to look at me as if the sky fell down. some clouds did but this is what people might call rain. get used to it. and never get an umbrella. stay and get through. why you should? maybe it has something to do with the fact that i’ve got this heart shaped head and you, you’ve got this head shaped heart. this is what it is, we cannot change anything about it, we never will. but one day you might understand that substance is one thing and silhouettes, states of surfaces are another; and they are both worth it. as it is the same with the moon and rice pudding. you may notice some conformities in appearance every time you have a look but you’d never dare to match them. just as it is with us.

and yes, i am alright. someday you will know that this means a lot.

i've got a small story about a man who is everywhere. here's the story. go on, don't stop until you feel lame.

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i need to fuck every woman on the earth and then maybe i feel free. freedom must be inside the vagina.

one day i was sitting at home again and doing absolutely nothing besides fartin and pickin my nose and pasting the snot under the coffee table. i was about to die then a message came from a facebook user. i knew who was her but why was she asking me if i was good or not? suddenly that sense came to my stomach: she wants to fufufufuckk meeyyy. i replied and replied to her silly questions because that was the only way to fuck her. she was so boring but i still wanted to see her.

we met in a cold city 2 years ago. she was a friend of a friend of a friend. but at that time i had this long-term relationship which ended in a kinda dramatic way. this girl had a disturbing energy and she was trying to hit me near my girlfriend. and i respected her courage in some way. i remember a fuzzy time that we were sitting at a czech cafe. the waiters were so rude, they never brought what we wanted to eat. she was sitting next to me, wearing a very cheap sweater. my grilfriend was staring to her with a soured face. years passed. i broke up with my girlfriend. now i am not totally alone, no need to lie. there are some people i am hangin with and searching for freedom inside the vaginas is my fav hobby. that beautiful organ. so soft and wet. i always like to put my penis into that small hole even if the owners are silly. they got the best sweet spongy pussies.
i had been with every kind of woman. but this time i am really excited because time whoaa i'm going to be fuckin a k.malist. she had a flagy avatar and her tumb was up for ataturk.

and now it's happening:

lets have a drink together.

i said ok.

we met at the beginning of the big street where you can see all kind of people. she said she liked me. i should've worn my best clothes. she said she's going to let me in. we got drunk. i invited her to my place. and i said: show me your necklace. she gigled as hell and show me her hero. she started to sing national anthem while i was undressing her. showed me her tatoo, at the same time i let her to touch my penis. i took her necklace off and wraped it up to my penis. she started to cry and said: no, don't do this. he's the founder of this country. and i said: shut up woman, at this very moment i am the owner of your country.

in the morning everything seemed nauseous. because the necklace was still on my thing and she was cooking eggs and telling me that she wanted to be with me. i was like OMG. i told her that was impossible because she was a nationalist. she opened her eyes as if they were the door of a big hangar. i took the eggs and threw them to her fucking face. she cried and then deleted me from facebook.

now i am looking for another kind of pussy which i can conquer. maybe a trotskiste this time. who knows.