So you reckon you're so haute-culture,
posing in your wannabe Armani suit and shabby blue jeans? That vain
attempt at a far-away glance, shifty-eyed, like a weasle sizing up
his spoils, aspiring to live out some sordid oedipus complex, caught
in a testosterone schism between Romantic Age opera and the UEFA Cup.
Stalking divas in virtual reality to project their daughters into
such diminuitive sexual roles, it's rather like the sadist that goes
after the prettiest butterflies just to pull off their wings before a
captive audience. Yes, I see you skulking around the site, a regular
Don Giovanni posting your virtual bouquets in the hopes that some
dejected heart might identify with your sexual nihilisms and actually
buy that book, for what pretence and lacking depth of
character?...after all, you did say you didn't want anything money
can't buy...and since when does someone who professes to teach
English, write whether as “weather”, beliefs as “believes”
and deluded as “diluted”? Face it man, you're not fooling anyone
looking like a Hispanic on the trail of his NS father. I know alot of
them were hiding out in South America, so you're definitely barking
up the wrong tree here.
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