Jeffrey Epstein revealed himself through revealing taboos, let alone tattoos--nothing more revealed, reviled, rivaled, or ribald than shaking jelly in an O-shaped bowl, as you point to its shimmy of Physics' Law of Redistribution of Mass to a thirteen-year-old girl standing in her father's bathroom, merely to acknowledge Natural Law and Natural Inheritance of very natural actions, which they naturally have no objection performing; but from her look, Jeffrey's teachable moment translated from Physics to Physicality ... naturally.
He asked the girl if she thought it would be too weird to eat them in her father's bathroom under a large sheet with him?
He asked the girl if she thought it would be too weird to eat them in her father's bathroom under a large sheet with him?
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Jeffrey Epstein s'est révélé à travers des tabous révélateurs, sans parler des tatouages - rien de plus révélé, vilipendé, rivalisé ou grivois que de secouer de la gelée dans un bol en forme de O alors que vous montrez son shimmy de loi physique de redistribution de la masse à treize ans -une vieille fille debout dans la salle de bain de son père, simplement pour reconnaître les lois naturelles et leur héritage naturel d'actions très naturelles qu'ils n'ont naturellement aucune objection à accomplir; mais d'après son regard, votre moment d'apprentissage s'est traduit de la Physique à la Physicalité ... naturellement.
represented by a density distribution g(x,y,z) δ (f(x,y,z)), where is the mass per unit area.
L'hypertrophie involontaire lors de la découverte accidentelle d'une boule de latex au sol, qui une fois gonflée devient un globe brillant, rouge, irisé dont la transformation est inattendue et remarquablement impressionnante.
The unintended hypertrophyism upon the accidental discovery of a ball of latex on the ground, which when insuflated becomes a shiny, red, iridescent orb whose transformation Is unexpected and remarkably impressive.
C'est-à-dire, qu'est-ce que... vous vous demandez.
That is to say, what ... you ask yourself.
Et puis il a demandé à la fille si elle pensait que ce serait trop bizarre de manger dans la salle de bain de son père sous un grand drap avec lui.
And then he asked the girl if she thought it would be too weird to eat in her father's bathroom under a large sheet with him.
Jeffrey a terminé--métaphoriquement parlant--la fille de l'hôte, commentant avec désinvolture à son vieil ami élégant: elle est assez laide.
Jeffrey finished--metaphorically speaking--the host's daughter, commenting casually to his elegant old friend: she is quite ugly.
He then revealed his true self, by revealing it himself, but mainly by doing so as an impulsive tic to a strange teenager who now had become attentive to the initiation of at least one rocket stage jettisoning off of her corpus--and all after five minutes of meeting the man whose age was that of her father, and who was one of the many men in attendance whose attentions were focused very much on her father, while his was coming in her direction.
The party he was attending, he explained, had been his second stop that evening, and that before this gathering, he had been to visit a Chef at a nice Bistro in the 6th where he had been gifted a full bag of small fried crispy bits which he was currently carrying around with the look of someone who wants to either set them down, or throw them into the Seine.
After gently taking them from his hand, she walked directly to a large door in the back of the mansion and he could hear the gentle sucking of an impressively hefty, industrial, subzero refrigerator, resealing itself after she had deposited the bag onto its main rack.
Ortolan, the tiny flying goose of France is beneficiary of one of the most piquant psycho-culinary taboo origin stories. One particular species of oiseau (f. small bird), whose reputation is not loaded with any unethical deeds or inhumane practices for which humans so easily accept blame for one force-feeding here, one restricted enclosure and exotic diet there (they sound decadent to humans who at first are covetous of their easy life, rich, extravagant diet, enforced sedentary lifestyle, and few good months of living high on the farm, until finally, the human remembers, as he is cutting a portion of buttery white rosy milk flesh, that this is the sacrifice that all of us make at one time or another, sometimes voluntarily, and many times, it seems we have in fact traded places with whichever unmentionable inhumane practice it is which finds us, instead of being force-fed grain, or massaged with beer, we have instead voluntarily traded our freedom of mobility and free range living for an equivalent decision to spend a lifetime of mental and emotional allegiance to the unsatisfying group effort to produce or produce desire for something which is neither desirous, nor capable of being imbued with that quality, leaving us to pretend to do this for which other people pretend to believe our declarations of appreciation and the difficult to quantify human sense which having substituted fear and danger of the hunt for unwise wasting of our money for something of which an equivalent for sustenance to a luxury item, or collectible be ascribed), and which, I believe, is one of the two (so far) pre-Homo Sapien existential crises which we all suffer, without knowing that we suffer; whose mythologized custom it is mostly arcane culinary lore, which of course, there is truth in all five-times-a-year which it is enjoyed by the rich man, the beggar, the murderer, or the drunk -- although, to me it more resembles my hesitancy in consuming any naturally occurring dish whose former animal it was which was protected by leather, or armor, or multi-minuscule compartments of tedious sacks, upon whose successful extraction of meat, through the frustrating topiary and identical bushes it is not easily etiolated but for a redundant calming robotic plod it is finally, satisfyingly unloosed.
But for most the unsatisfied compulsion and true enjoyment is never sated, whether repetitively eating enough crayfish, crab, turtle, or Ortolan is but perhaps its own reward, it is simply put, even the most inconsequential portion of meat into your maw you will certainly ever authentically apply--besides the imaginary macaroons of your daughter's tea party, or perhaps the final meals spoonfed to you in hospice, during palliative care--the perfect metaphor for Jeffrey Epstein.
And all pedophiles and their unquenchable thirst for the taboo, substitute the flesh of a 12-year-old girl for that of any or all of the species of animal above, and will tell us that they are separately and together, all ...