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