Århusianske shadow copies

» By camillax3 | the 02-10-2010 at 00:12 | 13 views (7 unique) | 0 comments | Report post!

Trafikrelationerne ctaketh end. Wherever I go, there are uncommon many ordinary people and at least as many common uncommon. Each day meetings I countless people I likely will never meet again, but my halvnye surroundings forces me to observe more than I have ever done before and after six months of århusiansk passages I write now my (shown enough) fourth blog on århusianske menneskefænomener for the memory gets surprisingly fast.

It was he who was full of eleven over ten and saved his open guldpilsner in the kansasvestens internal pocket. There were children who sneaked outside school for smoking in backrooms and she struggled to get rid of the habit. There was the girl with the Red suitcase and the Lady with the red hair that matched the postkasserøde trenchcoat. There was her with a stimulant of coffee to go from Baresso and him who lost its striped scarf without notice her the other who told him it and her the third, who total it up there were her with portable cake in griddle with handles and him with a home on the back. Then there was her with a sammenklappeligt taskespejl, who smiled of itself in morgenbussen in order to ensure that there was nothing there forstyrrede predictable white and him that embarrassed got recommended a visit in Lust. There were vikingen in t-shirt frosts and his possible, obvious relative in shorts and her, as I began to freeze of to see them there were those who loved their brains on the fashionable way and her went as if she owned the entire Faktas køledisk. There she was aware, but not known enough to be recognized and him were recognized and welcomed, which might not know. It was he who checked all girls numser out of the train in hidden åbenlyshed and her constant talked with sexual undertones and she did not dare go mobile toilet for fear of losing its possessions. There were him with eyes hidden behind enormous quantities of halvlangt, brown hair, went further than the nose and everything immediately vision and she had decided to keep perudag in poncho. So was he who in all probability were over fifty, with militærmønstrede baggypants, a Russian sawgi on the head and a scarf with leopardtryk on the neck. There was a young girl with a sportstaske that stank jordslået every time she moved with the zipper and the man in even more frosts, went with sandals, ølmave, black skirt and just, hairy legs, pletvis smoothness on the top floor and a t-shirt with Britney Spears, in al offentlighed öppnade private kommunebreve. There was the little girl who sang julesange with with bells, one month after the expiration date and the boy who rather had just learned to go that forgot to look forward in the world. It was he who left the school on a ethjulet bicycle and those who had bound red loops on the bladnøgne busk and she who merely take the bus one stop forward. So was he who in all probability had a body mass index of more than 50, which withdrew a dåsecocacola above from Pocket immediately after he with large, sweating besvær had set down in the bus and almost hemmed-in its ukendte, flimsy, female passenger inside, colaen drank he before he reached its destination, where he had even greater grunting, besvær to get on its feet again. Then there was the man who taught a group of people on various granracer and needles direction and he forgot that he was number 48 instead of 49 and was skipped.\\Do in his frimærkemangel. There was the boy from århus.working, who was the fck-fan and the polite youth, facing the elderly in the bus and those of the old and will remain in Office. Then there are those who heard the music on their iPod, there was high enough for the rest of the bus could hear was the immediate bad boy who heard madonna, gangsteren who heard Craig David and popdronningen, which heard headbeater and there was her, which allowed it to count on småmønter because she had forgotten unzipping his purse and those who helped her to determine where the money again. And then there was her who loves his kærlighedsaffære with århus.working, but sometimes get tired of the unremitting expression and impression and should abstrahere from short‐duration trafikrelationer.

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