Politics & F(r)iction

codrul e frate                                                       cu

românul

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Celle-ci n’est pas une

Nuit de Noces

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în măsura

în care relaţia lor

cu ceapa a generat

raporturi

incestuoase

Ceci n’est pas un Avatar

(when I was young I wanted to become an Oreo)

adeseori

tolerate de instituţia

slăninei!

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Ceci n’est pas un

cas malheureux

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codrul de pâine e frate cu românul.

(in Romania, a country where bread has an industrial role during any combat with hunger, some use bread and onion, seldom bacon (lard) if “bourgeois”, as a permanent and single self-catering menu. one could say that when a romanian male invites his beloved to such a romantic dinner their future together is about to build a dream. if a child, at a cultural level, will be conceived by a horny onion and a breastless bread, he will most likely spend all his childhood dreaming to become an Oreo. of course, the emptiness of his mother and the dusted trails of the once-upon-a-time dad will decorate his inner room with Friedrich, drugs and bipolarism. the time has come to.)

handnotes:

codrul de pâine e frate cu românul în măsura în care relaţia dumnealor cu slănina a generat raporturi incestuoase adeseori tolerate de instituţia cepei. (text modificat datorită carenţelor din frigider) sau cum şi-ar spune reptilienii?

e timpul să.

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