Life as a battlefield

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My...CV...or life as a battlefield...thought due to my innate luddism and not understanding most of what goes on the internet and that questionnaire... of likes... pathetic and irrelevant as never owned a tv or gamings systems (that correct pronunciation) or have anything to do with popular culture, as all of it oui in its retarded entirety a vile pox ridden anathema...went to velasquez exhibition yesterday took my breath away with his sheer eloquence....like to think was born a luddite and this machine writing on friend or fiend gave has a cracked screen and the fucker falling apart...whilst on le subject mechanisms.. first thing that hit me whence joined the ranks of 'the social media' was the abundance (shovelled down in tasty sized morsels)of advertising,as a refusnik who refrains from ever letting such garbage(avoid like the plague) crossing my path it a shock to le system, then again here like the rest of your entertainments (lives) owned gleefully by (here,s where you should curtsy and doff your cap) uber capitalist scum doing very nicely off your backs thank-you , must be naive to think could be any other way .. bolox to that...posses this posses tother... the latest 3D flick to salivate over...new patio doors (plastic of course)...a timeshare in the algarve... another new car (ejaculations optional) ...detergent that washes your whites whiter...a once a year(exquisitely packaged) holiday serfdomage might just might allow you to take anon anon anon...go on buy buy buy whilst clutching to ones palpitating breast better and betterer valued store cards traipsing in servile orderly lines to le nearest shopping centre the mew kubla khans of consumerism, xanadus where all your wants desires can be met ,where the only things of value are carried forth in carrier bags...does anyone really purchase prints online, why would you even contemplate owning the original (PROPERTY IS THEFT) premium my arse...primavuera anaesthetised more like.. its a el numeros game in which you should (and are) be ever so grateful for le privilege of being allowed to play..endless reciprocal preening of one anothers egos (i fav you..you fav me) look how many views i got ...that like-love made my day nay week nay (existence) i must be a jolly wunderbar artisto says so on my page... please pretty please give me more affirmations of my SOUL-LESS-NESS.. secondly where there,s a bit of tit on show or god (AINT ONE) forbid some vaginal action le viewing numbers rise oui out of all proportion to its artistic merit wonder why(could it be tinternet trawled by indeterminate aged lascivious men prematurely dribbling over verily verily aesthetically posed femmes..le youngerer le nicerer to behold nix wrinkles cellulite or blemishes hereabouts) thirdly there,s le serious artistos dotted around taking themselves mucho too seriously proselytising from their oh-so comfy mink-lined ivory-towers, ersatz elitists full to le brim with existential angst.. self-reverential self-aggrandising put your own word here.... tossers comes to mind...fourthly le pseudo rebels, mickey-mouse anarchists..middle-class reactionaries (si verily) residing in smeg bought likkle nirvanas, beautifully-decored-gadgeted-to-fuck-1.8-childrened-feng-shuied-citadels-to-taste plonked in le lovely setting of parochial suburbia, look not a cushion or ethnic throw out of place and those surfaces is that polished marblesque oui flown in especially for me and my neighbours all le way from tuscany...these perfecto oases where the only blacks espanics you,ll see are trimming their borders or licking their windows clean...don,t believe these pretendo punks and their anger (its anguish) what they really after is amour poured over every inch of their being (can never be enough) so don,t forget those hard to reach places their innumerable cracks fissures and holes need extra-special care and attention... lastly le preponderance of fantasy(fantasists mucho) le lords of le ringlets and harry potterites mobs must be here also, too affeared to look (illiterate putrid mush) of course its beneficial to read something, is it fuck better off twiddling ones toes, cartoons, animation is there a difference (nix want to pollute my brain with le right terminology merci) sci fi (their bestest chums joyously living on titan or one of le other moons thereabouts) R2fuckingD2,chewbacca... chew something if i got hold of that lucas cunt...could go on won,t as one digit writing with suffering somewhat...next week we,ll be discussing le merits of twatter fixedbook mcspace instagratification  etal...

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