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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-30 | | by knotted shawls enveloped, soirées on the road fork into my eyes obscure usages of a point of view perhaps not yours, young man who stole a coke can hiding a record now . home shoes clogged with red soil had been carrying along six-foot grains of impetuosity too ardently stamping ideas forward with the leg a little bent in my blossoming youth to convey an approximation of indulgence in the gesticulating air . tyres rolling nowhere. gone schooling sucks + digging spirituality everywhere. shaking hands & you divided both profit and care after all, I could live on a basin of porridge, he tells me. subliminal hostility restores goodwill . military bakery on the outskirts & so few were keen on the menagerie of pale-hued characters of the Legend of Mir III a south korean game, a huge hit in Asia (two hours here - a strangely placid zone improving your strategy never your method) start it in the middle if you wish last time it took you hours to win the dragon. flying saber more and more idly. the lord of spades on the table has appointed you to lift the king’s cap at two o’clock he wanders vaguely, seeing neither misfortune nor wretchedness in his courtly dignity you should have felt surer - of the unnecessary act . no one could see the scene shifter in full sail surreptitiously swabbing his sinews, eager to draw the horn of plenty on the cover of a newspaper, with too many headlines pulling a red town out of its large ink paunches and many irons in the fire . only facts saved the sun from melting in my lichee sorbetto giving no license back to the legal patter as neat as a new pin for a global warming hysteria (the rope dancer would not have a finger in the pie). . all this time we couldn’t help eating pickles or do the ping-in-wing of a bit of peruvian flake thus triggering a calculated deformity &suck the snake venom from the lieutenant’s colored nape it’s then you somewhat felt surer - of the unnecessary act
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