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peasant glasses

"...he dwelt as it were, in a tent in this world, and was either threading the valleys or crossing the plains or climbing the mountain tops..."

1.16.2008

das original

Peoples, chill with the tossing of slimy fish from the north to the south. "Flocke" may be a cutie but, per Tagesspiegel, there's only one Knut.
Posted by Aimee M. at 2:04 PM
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these words

are from a san francisco native now living in berlin.

then there was

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good words

  • quetzlcloths' climb
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  • nonsense verse
  • paul festa's post-gay agenda
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  • violet blue - tiny nibbles
  • zis german life
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peasant glasses. no stems. solid sides and a tough bottom. drink up.