h o t

was a little pause, than you may have noticed it. not easy to compose. I produce my thoughts with great difficulty. but the today's afternoon done the dirty very much. I write this down with a word. nothing big thing.
photos are taken with a beautiful number and I did not forget that they are promised. I do not have a mood only the ps-pal to struggle.

the life here now at the usual one somewhat swarming. (this what kind of idiotic word bammeg) we prepare the Saturday onto an open day to be kept with a night. kb we wait for 300 guests. we cleaned the commune from the cellar to the attic, we installed lamps onto the trees, I planned a ticket and I printed.

germánkával I hang around, I got accustomed to most with him to talk, what means it, that daily 1 clock altogether. it is not possible to spark him off from the garden, even under a siesta, it is necessary to drag me out in that manner from under the shower because 3 are daily already was taking a shower the minimum, with which I can keep it on an operating temperature, my body became hot.

what is betettete today the gate, it it, that an afternoon is effective circle, after made the vegetables and fruits boxing, what is superb anyway on that of one broken in mood, than kb a state funeral, with a word I to myself I took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and I directed his half already towards the lk on my little path.
there is warmth in the caravan. not novelty. edge sways hardly, nothing stands in the way of the sunlight though, from there föntről sűt onto him cruelly all day long. an little taking a sauna yet not the end of the wilág I believed it. menéztem some friends episode, then oppressed it dream. the spectre. horse dick. a dream was tolerable yet, but it awakening. my bedsheet permeating with the salty juice of my body, my hair a mere wisp, sitting up was like that, than to climb out from a pool. ahead I came, the others eat. yet to look at it neither want ezekere onto the fucking vegetables. in this manner easy fogyózni. what the hell it is possible to like on this? sincerely. because I understand it yet sagaciously, but this the devil, descended courgette we devour it already  steadily.
germánka vega. because it is a scandal that the rain forests are cut out in order for the cows to have pasture and the Americans onto fat one may get fat themselves. bazmeg there is anything the rain forests come off badly. let him be a word from paper, from pasture, drug where it is necessary to go from a plantation? into him into the rain forest, there than the blind lumberjack to start lashing about and he is solved.

I will be cooking tomorrow. Friday in the evening, they come round grange nouve-ből too it comrades, will be or on 40. half his year I did not cook it for this many men, I demanded it back g-t, hoyg let him help who. okay. but he does not cook meat. to it neither vein. hates it. I would know that it is like this only that fop szaszt. but all the same. I did not find this because of myself anyway who onto a Friday. grumbling came there kindly, amiably. I take it on because he is a back would make it, but will not be a dot here. back good. then today when I demand it, that bring for the superU-ből plus 2 sour cream, sits down with me and explains what I want to cook. germánka too sat over there, onto German alternate. waved my head. there are 2 languages there on what we could talk over the thing jointly, in this direction starts in German to croak. in German so much I am top notch that stabzauger, but not writing even it down. with a word blurts it out, let the vacsi be courgette. óhh I say it what kind of original idea. till when brooded over him while he was conceived in exchange of him? and is watching onto me, a csodajó tells a prescription in German, könnynen sounded really. nnna? then it will be. back, I say it why is needed this for me here and now to dream up? then I notice it. because planning in advance is good. but this only an idea, of course it I am cooking I want that while I want courgette.

I forgot it meanwhile what I wanted to write.

is.

I experienced a stirring experience, which I do not detail now here,, but struck on a heart. not like that when you see a squirrel unfolded on the road, his intestines for the sky, rather like that, than when you go out to pee at night, through your grandparents' room and the TV's monoscope yet just enough to light the bed, that withdraw it, these something a bloody mangy thing may be done there. not as if would have happened to me so. i think my grandparents lived a totally satisfactory sexual life for me, that is zero.
all the same. I took up a pen in order for me to write this in a letter, but borika cooled down. timing no sudden moves

fuckin' flies

I will curl in because of these buzzing monsters

but I write it down till then, we everything happened to me. the next potstot, I scatter pictures all over it.
so
yesterday germánkával (the németlány) I talked the lk elött. lonelily my soul. feels it in that manner the comrades do not like it, there is not safety his sensation, and his look was startled really. there is a back for me my heart, I may not have left it between doubts, I offered consolation back, and I weighed it down with a couple of cig meanwhile since I did not go out yet since then into the village. I save it on this. not on the girl, but acquaintance the feeling that you do not fit into the picture. I do not know good ones to talk with them, they got used to me already only, accepted.

we went away in the evening the fete but la music-re here arles-ba. I decided that my favourite city is arles. of course after a pop :P
this music his holiday big happening here. I had fun very well last year, was even better this year. we moored in an old church, where borikával last year túristáskodtunk. there at the cloister. a joanna name increases on a played accordion, a chubby bloke drummed on a chest beside it, other on a side smiling creation with a pleasure played the cello. is not my mood odes to resound, I do not stain, was good fucking, I am glad how I saw. I like the feeling that I live in that manner less simply long, want. on this I was thinking the concert meanwhile. I am here in the magnificent city of franciaország, I listen to a hen, who is the god, as very strange one knows it what sings, but it very much nicely, around me friendly, smiling people, open with a look, the pair hold each other's hand.

I levied stinging one in the morning today gregékkel. I push the machine since then, occasionally I go away to take a shower. who may be daily with six cold showers to endure. only the flies not. I did not remember this. it may be him that I get used to it then.

we all wait for lunch, I saw a dead bird in the kitchen. sztem we eat it. floated in red wine, I in intoxication. I would go out into the shop if he would be my bicycle if I would not be lazy. and it would not have been broken.

yet good news. it had thanks for unknown.
my music - mad friends may find a very useful little blog between the fink. who takes the trouble and looks at it will not be disappointed.

folklor

in the morning onto 7 the start was talked over. from an experience I know that we take the road towards the garden then at the time of 8 possibly already, but I was a good little boy because of that. I got up at the time of 06.40, I ate a jam bread, I drank 2 mugs of cocoa. we picked ourselves up at the time of eight, we lugged in the land printed freshly into the largest greenhouse and we set about it to plant 9000 seed. On 4.

the day was beating down outside, 34 were degrees within, but from the good humid kind. we talked, seeded, when onto odd noise we were attentive naneeeee the öntözőőőőő. dirrr, the blessing started already after a moment the fölöttünk from pipes running through and sounding gently cool spray, written down factually whore rain soaked we under a glance. greg rushed out and shouted sabinára, that we are within fuck, relaxes it. relaxed it. work went on.

I washed it off my hand the dirt and I started it towards lk, to pick up the laptop. my little path is at a standstill under water again, I approached the house on a bypass, its second floor, where the net is a room is. I came in, I threw it down onto a couch my bag, then something grey swept away beside it. is afraid only with an eye I saw, but may have been even a mouse. good, then an other kanapére I am sitting, it eye.

I unpacked the laptop in front of myself, I start something stirs to browse when I feel it at my thigh. hinnnye moreover inside my trousers. to this to be top notch is needed, that borikától got linen trousers, very much I like it, in this heat somebody else heavy to tolerate. I strike a bazi big one, then two with a finger a change of csómót crush. it it idiotic little sound delegate my act, characteristic, when something izeltlábúra you step it on, and the clear flax trousers in that dot promptly onto brownish one szineződik. into the baker's horse into him, the half of this prank, what a carcass crawled in there, that how not only cracks, but even with 2 decilitres of blood összedzsuvázza my pants? anxiously I jumped up h my trousers on his stem lecsúszkázzon the corpse, and  back this it, not tom mivolt like that properly flattened, plus melts into the carpet. it I believe it, than practising anachrophob not too I want to know it very much.

fete au Mas de Granier

júni 28,2008

there is an open day in the commune once in all years. comes you are 100 man from the village, our shoppers, our suppliers, our friends.
the program the same one from a year onto a year.
we decorate the farm, flowers, we pin coloured bands onto the walls, arrows onto the trees, that we where,
They start leaking from 16.00 the people. we show them, we show the gardens, the animals, the cannery. because so is.
we do this until some 19.00, then together have supper. the French are stuffing themselves with huge merriment. sztem this one of their favourite pastimes. island feling is, I wander between the tables, I bring bread to them everything what I see, that may be necessary. I had fun most well even with 0 vocabularies last year, in English eldumázgattam jópár with a guest. I hope for it this year I can recognize even more men then.

The concert is beginning at the time of 21.30. 2 gangs were last years. one the commune's orchestra. Gypsy music is played according to them, sztem only unalamas creaking, which is forced moreover,. if they would not tighten onto him in this direction the balkán onto a feeling, but they would be making music only with much would be more enjoyable.
nah, but what I write about them to, they do not come anyway this year.
Dr. Bajan comes on the other hand . finomlelkű antikomcsik let them not look at it onto the web page, because sure their brain slaughters it the strap.

Emotional, raw*, savagely* passionate* and virtuoso* all* at the same* time*: sovietabilly* is modern urban* folk* music* Dr. Bajan-style*

this is written about themselves. I hope for it something leningrad cowboys-will be os. :D

with a whole night dínom-dánom, after a concert when already the folk hazamenek, we push it for our seed then mp3-ról. I kick in then than the donkey. a bottle of vilmos is put onto a half. jippie

there is a Friday anyway today. its morning. The 08.32. burns early. Friday being will be cleaning today. I help out here at the house, I tackle it then the lk-nak. I have to rearrange small one because I do not find enough room. away neither know to imagine what will be here if she comes t. all the same. I do not panic.