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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: March 2007
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Monday, March 26, 2007. My dark teats will remain a deep mahogany for at least two weeks! Monday, March 19, 2007. The Piano Flutters Like a Drunk Butterfly. Or maybe butterflies flutter like drunk pianos. One of those is right. I know butterflies much better than margarine! The Moment I Stopped Loving You. When I told you.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: PARTY IN MEZOBERENY
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Monday, March 26, 2007. My dark teats will remain a deep mahogany for at least two weeks! Yeah, well there was a big party at your old house last week. somehow it doesn't compare. thanks for writing, i enjoy coming by to see what's up in your world. but sometimes i forget and wonder why i haven't seen you walk by lately. March 27, 2007 at 9:54 AM.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: May 2007
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Tuesday, May 15, 2007. I haven't posted in over a month. Here's some little poems. Shhhhhhh! On the Way to Szarvas. I saw a mutilated deer carcass. Black birds rummaged through the carnage. With their pitchfork beaks like winos. Picking a dead man pocket’s for change. I thought of you, snapping juicy tendons. Of our bloody, burnt-out roadkill love,.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: The Piano Flutters Like a Drunk Butterfly
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Monday, March 19, 2007. The Piano Flutters Like a Drunk Butterfly. Or maybe butterflies flutter like drunk pianos. One of those is right. I know butterflies much better than margarine! I think she should quit Space Age Beauty School, and concentrate on her rocky relationship with the undeniably hunky Irving. The Moment I Stopped Loving You.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: O dead danelion!
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. So, how to extinguish the cold fires of the past? What conclusion would you publish with the world between your fingers? Like an old Hungarian woman pushing. A bicycle down a dirt road. The rain drives the window. Like a ex-lover dialing your phone number. Over and over and over, a call. That you wished you could answer,.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: Tavasz is here!!!!
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Yes, you are correct. April 20, 2007 at 11:15 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Piano Flutters Like a Drunk Butterfly. Battling The Jolly Green Giant in Hungary(to all t. Hernadnemeti, Gyor, Szentendre, Budapest, Gyula, S. I am a boy. View my complete profile.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: Hernadnemeti, Gyor, Szentendre, Budapest, Gyula, Szarvas, Szolnok
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Tuesday, March 6, 2007. Hernadnemeti, Gyor, Szentendre, Budapest, Gyula, Szarvas, Szolnok. Arlo, your words are stalactite! March 9, 2007 at 5:38 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Piano Flutters Like a Drunk Butterfly. Battling The Jolly Green Giant in Hungary(to all t. Hernadnemeti, Gyor, Szentendre, Budapest, Gyula, S. I am a boy.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: Battling The Jolly Green Giant in Hungary(to all the motherfuckers back home in Anotsomerryca, You know what I mean. goddam right. Hellefukingyouya!)
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Monday, March 12, 2007. Battling The Jolly Green Giant in Hungary(to all the motherfuckers back home in Anotsomerryca, You know what I mean. goddam right. Hellefukingyouya! Now is not a good time. That’s what I want. Tattooed on my forehead. When I do need companionship,. Sex, or money, I can. Say its ironic, or that I brim. Can yank at my ear lobes.
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure: February 2007
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Hungary Hungry Hippocrite: The Ugly American Adventure. A savage and frantic translation of all things hungarian, or maybe just what the palinka makes me do. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. So, how to extinguish the cold fires of the past? What conclusion would you publish with the world between your fingers? Like an old Hungarian woman pushing. A bicycle down a dirt road. The rain drives the window. Like a ex-lover dialing your phone number. Over and over and over, a call. That you wished you could answer,.
