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d'harga'h! urn! and sung clemency with the sign of the cross - Mr. Longinus - a baptism awaits... in the Turkish shop buying my beers - politics talk, gone Razza - Tahir - talk of politics - deciphered a word: Erdoğan (Erdoghan, Edrogrzan, what was it - macabre radish to taste - niechmaj sto Vlad'a reka na tle kiwnieniem  raz! i krok poza 'sztem! bogiem byka wybryk szto?! - the crowds descended, and the kestrels and the pigeons, and the swans, and the migratory storks, and the seagulls - for the Winged-Hussar Polonaise. fluff of the wings -                                    the Mongol stench reinterpreted - i rather be picking ethnic mushrooms - kropki polka - and koniewki - łopieniek & canary - grünling in German, gąska zielonka - Pan Kleks - or Chanterelle Mushroom - pepper shakerz - kurki, tzn. te słynne grzyby. the deviating kurka - or chickpea foetal variant of fungus - or alias chick. each time they pithy my assertion to claim the ethnic brothel of Europe that Poland is for the noble families - each time they undermine the worker testifying the fuck-worthy **** prior sleep - pride settles in - and a long forgotten assertive builds up to architectural proportions - it just ends up being a game of throwing copper coins into Scotland, potatoes into Ireland... and dinosaur bones into Wales... and post-colonial subjects into England, lazily packed with the labels **** and Hindu; Karzimierz Dębski could have said: it was never supposed to come to this; shame that it did; the safety option was exacted.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Winged-Hussar Polonaise / Dutch spits at a Polish girl's face - apparently i'm speaking Czech when angry
d'harga'h! urn! and sung clemency with the sign of the cross - Mr. Longinus - a baptism awaits... in the Turkish shop buying my beers - politics talk, gone Razza - Tahir - talk of politics - deciphered a word: Erdoğan (Erdoghan, Edrogrzan, what was it - macabre radish to taste - niechmaj sto Vlad'a reka na tle kiwnieniem  raz! i krok poza 'sztem! bogiem byka wybryk szto?! - the crowds descended, and the kestrels and the pigeons, and the swans, and the migratory storks, and the seagulls - for the Winged-Hussar Polonaise. fluff of the wings -                                    the Mongol stench reinterpreted - i rather be picking ethnic mushrooms - kropki polka - and koniewki - łopieniek & canary - grünling in German, gąska zielonka - Pan Kleks - or Chanterelle Mushroom - pepper shakerz - kurki, tzn. te słynne grzyby. the deviating kurka - or chickpea foetal variant of fungus - or alias chick. each time they pithy my assertion to claim the ethnic brothel of Europe that Poland is for the noble families - each time they undermine the worker testifying the fuck-worthy **** prior sleep - pride settles in - and a long forgotten assertive builds up to architectural proportions - it just ends up being a game of throwing copper coins into Scotland, potatoes into Ireland... and dinosaur bones into Wales... and post-colonial subjects into England, lazily packed with the labels **** and Hindu; Karzimierz Dębski could have said: it was never supposed to come to this; shame that it did; the safety option was exacted.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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