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*supermarket conversation: tarah: matt, you feeling o.k.? matt (me): i've been fasting, low blood sugar level. tarah: why? matt (me): i don't know... i could blame it on easter.* what are these addicts      doing here? am i selling ******* am i selling ******   what are these people doing here? is my writing as addictive as to attract 20 or more so people like it might be expecting a harry potter                                   instalment?     is that code for: also dr. seuess?           is my writing a bit like selling drugs? dunno... ever heard the kresy accent from sami swoi (1967)?       - or that note that greeks have about the turks having "constantinople"...    i don't hear a lot of ******** about                lwów / l'viv: lion: lew (lev).              i could listen to a greek gay provocator nagging about this sentiment ringing true toward the passing of the next two centuries...                           but this is an anglophone world after all... who the **** gives a **** about            Lviv ever belonging to poland?                   next time you hear an advert to become a tourist in cuba... or costa rica...                  so **** you! eat yer bananas! get yer suntan... and shove your cultural darwinism where the sun doth shine...                              and then choke...        on edgy popcorn where 3 ***** croaked for a                                                          forlorn sun to exhibit the morn...                                such suns are only worth the set, or known egyptian ugly σεθ...                           and nothing else...     but then again: working out and the cult of the gym is as ugly as any other that might provide us with arguments against     the gluttons;        where's the cue prompt at which i start laughing? małgorzata kożuchowska, maybe, someday, but obviously never. what? you were expecting a daydream involving paris hilton?! eh?!
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
cat eyes drunk / lviv
*supermarket conversation: tarah: matt, you feeling o.k.? matt (me): i've been fasting, low blood sugar level. tarah: why? matt (me): i don't know... i could blame it on easter.* what are these addicts      doing here? am i selling ******* am i selling ******   what are these people doing here? is my writing as addictive as to attract 20 or more so people like it might be expecting a harry potter                                   instalment?     is that code for: also dr. seuess?           is my writing a bit like selling drugs? dunno... ever heard the kresy accent from sami swoi (1967)?       - or that note that greeks have about the turks having "constantinople"...    i don't hear a lot of ******** about                lwów / l'viv: lion: lew (lev).              i could listen to a greek gay provocator nagging about this sentiment ringing true toward the passing of the next two centuries...                           but this is an anglophone world after all... who the **** gives a **** about            Lviv ever belonging to poland?                   next time you hear an advert to become a tourist in cuba... or costa rica...                  so **** you! eat yer bananas! get yer suntan... and shove your cultural darwinism where the sun doth shine...                              and then choke...        on edgy popcorn where 3 ***** croaked for a                                                          forlorn sun to exhibit the morn...                                such suns are only worth the set, or known egyptian ugly σεθ...                           and nothing else...     but then again: working out and the cult of the gym is as ugly as any other that might provide us with arguments against     the gluttons;        where's the cue prompt at which i start laughing? małgorzata kożuchowska, maybe, someday, but obviously never. what? you were expecting a daydream involving paris hilton?! eh?!
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Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
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