Apparently, not to be missed

roosh

ok this is in a tearing hurry but a huge congratulations to me after ages for doing something that was confirmed clever. finding my way to avenue de beaulieu at short notice, with only help from a bad map, relying on the metro on first use (was only the tram before) and then getting there in a fourth of the time weirdly forecasted. since i only knew merode, thats where i took the metro from after coming to the conclusion from a metro map that i look out for 1A in signage and that the name 'hermann=debroux' should be expected on the LED of the metroplane as the last stop. thats all. thats all. the only part i cant boast about is that i arrived an hour before the meeting.
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finally walked down to the living pqrt of the city which i really found by accident yesterday or before. had actually meant to look for la maison de bicyclistes cos i found their maps werre simply more sensible. this was somewhere at the end of flagey. the shop was closed and i wandered instead. and a great wander indeed. some colour and crime at last. the congolese immigrant community; witnessed an inelegant scuffle when a skinhead tripped a black on crutches; the community didnt let him go easily; and when i turnned back after 20 minutes he was still swaggering after defeat. i saw a group of arabie types picking a fight with a white female motorist and all i wanted to do was stab the arabie types. sorry but though i approve of ganags entirely, the araby and south asian types do it so badly.
then there's another little bit i want to add about what happened during my wait this morning but i guess that will be the next post. till next time then.

let me add that: there we go again having to be surrounded by the confortably trilingual (minimally). knowledge of french and dutch is ensured if youve grown up here. i look to the right and watch the rooftops. meanwhile, here is a pretty useful format converter, but don't know if it works like a charm; but its just a beta version. here it is: youconvertit.

the charming touch is that apart from format conversions in departments of documents, images, audio, and video; it offers the sweet little unit conversions as well. it's this abdication from the race that really touches in the campaign of serious services. it really is just simple sand, mud, and bricks, in the end. it helps that some services never lose sight of this.

The only thing that would really make me happy now is if someone came along with me and showed me how to use the public laundromats with alarming french-dutch buttons and other strangenesses. What happens if I use another soap powder - do some sirens go off? damns hells.

Pull not thy punches; punch the bunches

Coming after so long, this is going to be something vitally desperate. The truth that some people require less consideration / fewer emotional concessions than others; variable for each over time; so people who are hooked (however badly) are simply less deserving of margins you should give the independent thinkers, assuming minds. Lets make one thing very clear, there's absolutely no need for bleeding hearts in assessments or receptions.

I hate the fragile observations of some stupid idyll like its going to pass; like how well you connected with a poorly-dressed person like yourself on the cheapest bus; like about some crass damp hertitage building close to tipping on a starving crowd with few ideas or about another frigging language up for classical status. I vomit on talk of the cars you've tried out just to show how about-town you've been; how about showing how about-your-toesized-brain you've been? People giving readings of pseudo-naive* effort; unable to tell a white ass from a white ass . Titbrains all for particular species of beaten-down servile animals, not thinking twice about feeding them more maddeningly defiant lifeforms, if they havent already advanced to conforming their diet to something fashionably human while also appointing themselves spokespersons for the undisguised gratefulness of their mindless charges. Meanwhile here are some really nice things we came across:
Stingy practical Nagoya has the last laugh
Try watching -
I’m Not There I hate Bob Dylan though; his lyrics should be read
And I've never heard of dedicating an obituary, but I'm dedicating this to someone -
Professor Susan Hurley

* see: pseudo-naive art (different from naive art)