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*regarding the link? róże europy - kości czerwone, kości czarne (roses of europe - red bones, black bones) http://tinyurl.com/y7fzt6qq... lyrics?    adolf ****** i benito mussolini józef stalin i franciszek franco mieli narody między nogami a one na zgodę kiwały głowami pan proszę pana też chce być taki taki potężny i taki bogaty lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał! adolph ****** & benito mussolini joseph stalin & francisco franko had nations (clenched) between their legs and they (nations) nodded with approval sir, i plead to you sir, that i too want to                                   be like them, so grandiose & so wealthy but kind sir, you must have become insane, but kind sir, you must have become insane!* when was the last time, that i went to a house party where people played decent music, and by decent, i mean unusual? a nostalgia fest of elvis, where the party attendees would clap along to    blue suede shoes?                      or uh-hum oh ooh                           to all shook up?!   a magical moment it would seem, where a need for conversation becomes obsolete,       a neanderthal typo...    or whams'! wake me up before you go-go...               i can't remember when that last happened -        when people forgot the civil accords of conversation at a party...     talk + party = neanderthal...      if you're not ******* each other silly, or at least having a collective karaoke spectacle... it's no party...        it's covert parliamentarism                         in action... and who the **** wants that after a few stiffies (strong drinks)? no one!             i remember my 21st up in edinburgh, the focal point came with the song              silk by the group                           roses of europe -    róże europy - jedwab: my then russian girlfriend was intimated by a large crowd of poles...   sulking and rolling spliffs in the bedroom, moaning about how good of a host i was...    i even mopped up ***** from the carpet   when my high-school friend        puked waiting for the toilet... but i can't really remember going to a part, that actually was a party; and yes, that song got the girls singing with the loveliest of echoes of the song in flesh.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
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neighbours in the distance / http://tinyurl.com/y7fzt6qq
*regarding the link? róże europy - kości czerwone, kości czarne (roses of europe - red bones, black bones) http://tinyurl.com/y7fzt6qq... lyrics?    adolf ****** i benito mussolini józef stalin i franciszek franco mieli narody między nogami a one na zgodę kiwały głowami pan proszę pana też chce być taki taki potężny i taki bogaty lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał lecz pan proszę pana chyba oszalał! adolph ****** & benito mussolini joseph stalin & francisco franko had nations (clenched) between their legs and they (nations) nodded with approval sir, i plead to you sir, that i too want to                                   be like them, so grandiose & so wealthy but kind sir, you must have become insane, but kind sir, you must have become insane!* when was the last time, that i went to a house party where people played decent music, and by decent, i mean unusual? a nostalgia fest of elvis, where the party attendees would clap along to    blue suede shoes?                      or uh-hum oh ooh                           to all shook up?!   a magical moment it would seem, where a need for conversation becomes obsolete,       a neanderthal typo...    or whams'! wake me up before you go-go...               i can't remember when that last happened -        when people forgot the civil accords of conversation at a party...     talk + party = neanderthal...      if you're not ******* each other silly, or at least having a collective karaoke spectacle... it's no party...        it's covert parliamentarism                         in action... and who the **** wants that after a few stiffies (strong drinks)? no one!             i remember my 21st up in edinburgh, the focal point came with the song              silk by the group                           roses of europe -    róże europy - jedwab: my then russian girlfriend was intimated by a large crowd of poles...   sulking and rolling spliffs in the bedroom, moaning about how good of a host i was...    i even mopped up ***** from the carpet   when my high-school friend        puked waiting for the toilet... but i can't really remember going to a part, that actually was a party; and yes, that song got the girls singing with the loveliest of echoes of the song in flesh.
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