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Fool Queenswomen are psycho fools...
they gnaw their frustration on weak men, good men, men who respect and love them...because they are always fucked up by the brutes...they cant do anything to them....I am weak man...hunted, life is lost.
So Lovewoman i so love, women have destroyed me...
my sister.....and a demon, Dravidian psychologist who messed up my records..Chitra. S. they hate us, they hate all Caucasians...specially hindi speakers....they are ill...
Hate HumanityI hate humanity and the world...
I hate my life, evil is what destroys kind humans...world is evil..
Evil Propreitysome people have tried to act good to me...its ok, but where has it saved me...
my family, evil people, this country, all are propreiters of my curses..I have suffered for you all...
Old Personal DiariesIn the morning I came to an idea that humans only are able to explore and have explored only a small radius of this vast unknown that nature and universe are. Who kows what is right, which religion...people have to submit to some or the other relgious iadea sometime in life..the hindu idea does not contradict with science and is peaceful and yoga is scientific..but who knows maybe there are god and demons according to the western thought and perhaps my condition is being caused by demon...what all fucking superstition it seems actually, its stupid. And then one way is the way of science, but young are more able to be updated with science, when ageing it is not possible to keep updated with science, the religious ways promise one final solution to the universe each in their own way...but perhaps there is politics and occult behind relgious sects and perhaps there is a competition going on between the western and eastern relgious cults. I dont want to think about all this garbage b
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock
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