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トクマルシューゴの「カタチ」

1964 Галина Вишневская поёт Чайковского // Galina Vishnevskaya sings Tchaikovsky Perfection

Lingonberry marinade softens the tough meat of elk like nothing else.

Медленно минуты уплывают вдаль Встречи с ними ты уже не жди И хотя нам прошлого немного жаль Лучшее конечно впереди Скатертью скатертью дальний путь стелится И упирается прямо в небосклон Каждому каждому в лучшее верится Катится катится голубой вагон Может мы обидели кого-то зря Календарь закроет этот лист К новым приключениям спешим друзья Эй прибавь-ка ходу машинист Скатертью скатертью дальний путь стелится И упирается прямо в небосклон Каждому каждому в лучшее верится Катится катится голубой вагон Голубой вагон бежит качается Скорый поезд набирает ход Ну зачем же этот день кончается Пусть бы он тянулся целый год Скатертью скатертью дальний путь стелится И упирается прямо в небосклон Каждому каждому в лучшее верится Катится катится голубой вагон Каждому каждому в лучшее верится Катится катится голубой вагон

You are just the wind.

When Jon could not pay for his friend's beer, his credit rating dropped from AAA+ to AAA. According to Jon's friend, the beer was owed to him because of "that one time - you know? - like, that one time at that bar where they had all the shit on the walls and, yeah, where the music was, like, really loud - anyways, I spotted you cash for a beer and you never got me back, bro." Jon, although he did not fully believe his friend's story, had no proof that the events had never taken place. He did vaguely remember some bar with very loud music. "Shit" was probably on the walls. (It so often is.) When he reached into his pocket to give his friend the cash that he supposedly owed him, Jon found nothing more than a gum wrapper and a tiny ball of lint. Jon's loss of AAA+ status may cause infection in the markets of his Neighbrohood. Rick, Steve, and Frederick will need to tread lightly in these trying economic waters to avoid losing their preferred borrowing rates. 

short river curdled braces

They both fought over him as if there were oil deposits at stake. It was as if they wanted to claim him for his coastlines and expand their reputations into international waters. They both in turn tried to sink their flags into him but he roundly rejected them, trying to save his (territorial) integrity.

"My anus is in another postal code," she thought.

You can never have enough of it.

She closed nothing but the screen door behind her as she walked out barefoot into the snow. We watched her, wrapped in blankets, as she disappeared into the distance. 

He talked a lot about the Bible so that people wouldn't catch on to the fact that it was the only book he had ever read.

Once finished, he flung his body from the tower. The scraps of his fragile body mixed with the stones at his lover's feet.

They sold his piano, knowing that he would never come home. The silence of its ivory smile had become unbearable.