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.