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o, chyrp i trumna, na gest! (co polak wie... żyd skargi! i  jemu ten warty holocaust! konieć! twe ulice, nasze kamienice... m'eh kości.... twe pyrh... w twe total: m'eh kości i zwane kamienice... te teraz zwane ulice, o skarge zwaną: izrael). bardzo łatwo zabić kogoś,                                                    tym czasem, samym czasem jest łatwo...                    w tych czasach tak samo....                                            bo powód? nuda! tak nudno, po protu żyć... nie-zwykle, bo tak po prostu... żyć... ogier i w ranek... jak niby rynek.                                           w bieli snu                albo w czarni targu.                            o tym!    na rozkaz cie, roztrzelić mamy w dal na sens: oto traf;                 adwant... w cierpliwości nadać: w imie ojca, i syna,                      i ducha... świętégo... you're going to study in oxford with that gob's worth of demands? rozmáchá... unfold. i'll be honest with you... that's actually ukranian idiosyncrasy... isn't so much a case of language           unsaid,             when so much of it is       being said; we'd like to have said, and read:               a volume for a pressure for less; let's say that...    and then imagine ourselves riding bicycles in the countryside, rather than suggesting ourselves to prescribe ourselves the image of ourselves   riddled by inner-city beijing e.g.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
o, chryp i trumna, na gest!
o, chyrp i trumna, na gest! (co polak wie... żyd skargi! i  jemu ten warty holocaust! konieć! twe ulice, nasze kamienice... m'eh kości.... twe pyrh... w twe total: m'eh kości i zwane kamienice... te teraz zwane ulice, o skarge zwaną: izrael). bardzo łatwo zabić kogoś,                                                    tym czasem, samym czasem jest łatwo...                    w tych czasach tak samo....                                            bo powód? nuda! tak nudno, po protu żyć... nie-zwykle, bo tak po prostu... żyć... ogier i w ranek... jak niby rynek.                                           w bieli snu                albo w czarni targu.                            o tym!    na rozkaz cie, roztrzelić mamy w dal na sens: oto traf;                 adwant... w cierpliwości nadać: w imie ojca, i syna,                      i ducha... świętégo... you're going to study in oxford with that gob's worth of demands? rozmáchá... unfold. i'll be honest with you... that's actually ukranian idiosyncrasy... isn't so much a case of language           unsaid,             when so much of it is       being said; we'd like to have said, and read:               a volume for a pressure for less; let's say that...    and then imagine ourselves riding bicycles in the countryside, rather than suggesting ourselves to prescribe ourselves the image of ourselves   riddled by inner-city beijing e.g.
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May 22, 2017
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