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dot

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alabaster salt

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dandelion (English) - kutyatej (Hungarian)

kutya - dog
tej - milk

and finally the dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMVM4...eature=related

...do you love me_eeee
do you love me_eeee...


keep your eyes on the bottle...

håll - keep
blicken - eyes
alltid - always
riktad - pointed
på - on
flaskorna - the bottles
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/i...3e02fe049b.jpg

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a whiskey flask whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, but now bourbon, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, sweet and savory bourbon from the Four Roses of our lives, delicious, refreshing, brown, and real

real

realreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreelre alreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreel

dogmatic sister and brother and child, where have we gone, where do we sit, why do we ask, ask

flask

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mask
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.
.
.
task

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post.

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...is there nothing there...

Some run on sunlight
Some run on dark and dirt
Saw them be frozen
Till they could not hurt

Shining light - the hope
Through the thickest ice
But light moves slowly
what a nice surprise

But don’t fear the heat
Melting icy emotion
Get ready to float
Cos´ love is a big ocean

And don’t fear the sea
It has plenty of drive
Oxygen is what you need
So go deeper, learn to dive

Don´t fear the visions
Higher than Kilimanjaro
The Erath is still spinning
Like a perfect gyro

Sick of it? Hey! Isn´t it nice
all the the sugar all the spice
Life is like walking
on fire and ice

Me? I´m just nothing
with plenty of drive
Now I´m playing dice
OK, I´m not denying
I have a minor vice

Some run on sunlight
Some run on dark and dirt
Some run on nothing at all
Something tells me to not judge them
´Cos some say God lives in us all

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coast.....
down the roadddd


sista

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brotha
I love you

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yea(ay)

the smelly and old city strikes a breeze through the door, pulverizing my senses into this realm of hello.
i comfort through breath and enjoyment of these smells, onto, and onto, learning what is not mine. what belongs to everyone. but what belongs not to the one who wants not. the un-justifiable. i don't believe, no more in anything so strongly, cept these words that fall

into
into

oblivion (wish(tch)craft)

i shudder not.
i cry not.
i make no mistake to damage the fragile.
i learn to love.
love love love,

thee unlovable