Scotland
I'm going for a while '
away.
I will not be read or commented, or written, or criticized.
Women idiots who chase each other, constantly.
I realize that I was tortured again and again by women who failed to subside.
I do not know what they are.
do not know why these reactions aroused.
I know they are sick. And stand around by himself.
Maybe in Scotland, on that fucking island of Arran that I could not see.
stop to Oban. Look at the port.
In silence.
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