| just an observation |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|02:56 pm] |
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Dazhi no Jums tiesham smalki maak rakstiit - iipashi shodien. |
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| Personal Address System Live at the Witch Trials |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|10:04 pm] |
Alright chums, this will be in English as I have no time and the brain is a weak thing.
What I wanted to say three hours ago, and now put down, is that
this is where I tend to end up when I go chasing my own tail; proti,
a bar in riga, which/therefore has music videos on a TV on the wall
with music from other, different songs coming over the Personal Address System.
The waitress, bored of waiting, comes over and with a large crucifix that stirs thoughts of the Welsh valleys
and Datblgyu's song ābout being tied to a cross by a woman, opens her mouth.
Naturally, we then get a blast of male, grey-haired, soulfully inebriated, family-man Russian from
a table 20 metres away.
I tell her 'the same ludzu'
which she translates as
I have nothing to say that breaking the rule of
relative clauses means that what I have to say has little immediately
to do with reality, really - NOTHING DEFINING ANYWAY
and not completely off the way my computer offered a programme that translated something like
un paņemt rokas un pasaka as hold hands and fairytales
which is both meaningless and
quite cute
yeah
see ya!! |
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