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I don't speak this language.: November 2006
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I don't speak this language. At least we didn't sleep outisde. Sarah and her friend Maisie came to visit for a week and we went to Kyoto to rage. Or, spend way too much money on nothing. At the train station in Kyoto, we saw an Italian marching band. They were wearing sexy white tights and we stared at them, giggling. They were kinda hot. We ate lunch at an Italian place to honor our hot, tights-wearing marching band. This is a great example of the names of bars and/or clubs in Kyoto. Maybe new club?
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I don't speak this language.: December 2006
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I don't speak this language. Maggie lied and said I was a poet. Maggie and I walked around campus discussing our plan of action. Let me just remind you that this is Japan; we are wearing slippers in school. At least, I am. Maggie has some respectable shoes specific to walking in school. I had to look like Peg Bundy all day. Btw, this whole peace sign. Thing has nothing to do with me becoming a hippie and everything to do with Japanese culture: this is their cheese. The Longest Heart Attack. Human enough ...
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I don't speak this language.: The Longest Heart Attack
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I don't speak this language. The Longest Heart Attack. This quiet smells of singed hair and gasoline. Kept still in pails. My wheels scream. Like rabbits and it’s only the noise. The places. I go have passed— your slick hair,. My burnt dog, a dead house. These bones. Are gravestones and I’ve stopped playing. The longest heart attack is this lake,. This small ocean of snow and my nose. Drips a foreign liquor no one can drink. I’ll show you this all if you bring. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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I don't speak this language.: Maggie lied & said I was a poet.
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I don't speak this language. Maggie lied and said I was a poet. Maggie and I walked around campus discussing our plan of action. Let me just remind you that this is Japan; we are wearing slippers in school. At least, I am. Maggie has some respectable shoes specific to walking in school. I had to look like Peg Bundy all day. Btw, this whole peace sign. Thing has nothing to do with me becoming a hippie and everything to do with Japanese culture: this is their cheese. December 10, 2006 at 8:43:00 AM GMT-11.
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I don't speak this language.: At least we didn't sleep outisde.
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I don't speak this language. At least we didn't sleep outisde. Sarah and her friend Maisie came to visit for a week and we went to Kyoto to rage. Or, spend way too much money on nothing. At the train station in Kyoto, we saw an Italian marching band. They were wearing sexy white tights and we stared at them, giggling. They were kinda hot. We ate lunch at an Italian place to honor our hot, tights-wearing marching band. This is a great example of the names of bars and/or clubs in Kyoto. Maybe new club?
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I don't speak this language.: A Different Day, A Different Moustache
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I don't speak this language. A Different Day, A Different Moustache. While Nolan went to work, Brenda and I decided to shock the Japanese by wearing moustaches on the train to Nara. Yes, Brenda is drinking a juice-box of sake. He told me he couldn't promise the taste. But he would make me something special. It was SO good. He's a great man. It was kind of awesome. Here's an example of a crap-shop:. This deer was pretty tame. Brenda took an amazing video of when the deer attacked me. Here I am looking all...
