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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 12:36:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[„Ich sah bunten Vögeln nach“ I watched the birds in colored splendor pass [Zarah Leander, Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzählt.] I The addiction industry (Setting: a candle-lit room in downtown Munich. About 20 addicts have assembled. The Book makes its round: short incantations, mostly mumbled, are heard.) There is Sara talking now,so fucking [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=603&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>As Long As Music</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 12:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As long as the music‘s louder than my heart beat I’m good, and your kissing interferes tempestuously with my coughing, with the cooler blowing away my sweat of bursting exultation while me’s down hot red town clubbing, as long as my world swings deranged and my thoughts mimicry into sweet swirls of nervous grey smoke, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=599&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Happy Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 12:04:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Coming out of dark rain and a sound-blinded night, I get up tentatively into a Saturday, too early to be real enough. I crawl against my vertigo, reaching for a saved bottle of what-fucks-me-best-rye. I feel better with my nerves on fire. Burn me sucker, burn me good! It takes away the shaking (for a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=592&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>African Out Of The Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 19:13:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just a geological second ago all of us were deep dark skinned, including even Mr. D. Duke&#8217;s ancestry. We knew yams and hunting the savannah afraid of lions &#8211; and in the darkness &#8211; demons. We loved the nurturing green so much. Of body parts protruding let me mention only asses and eyes and needy [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=588&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Boulevard Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 08:38:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I. He sipped cheap coffee , inhaled tobacco, glanced down and along a dusty boulevard brimming from life impossible, love nonsensical, tears sparkling silvery and if licked off, of easy salt, she was precious as cats’ moans and worth a yesterday’s lover’s sigh; So he kissed burnt lips like dead flamingoes , leaving a crush [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=579&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Walking down Leopold Street on a Late Friday Afternoon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:36:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I Einmal nur! (For once only!) I used to work close by in summer, in winter, on Munich’s 5th Av. Today I sit on a bench lowered for the low-lives, enjoying tie-less the perfume, the sweat and the clear-cut profiles of sun-burned young women rushing by. II Birches The winds are mild, they let the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=572&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Black Ram (kara koyunlu)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:20:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[High Society-ish we lie around: There is a smoke a-wandering, oil of opium, hashish and spices palatalizing it. One of the impressively bearded Kurds in the lounge of the hotel Kara Koyunlu, has brought up the conversion topic again: “Don’t you think now that you’re bearded and all” (was unshaved actually), “that it could be [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=569&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Marmara memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:15:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[With our cocks aiming at the black murmuring waves of the Marmara as we peed staggering on the Galata Bridge, I was wondering if the Dutch bloke next to me wasn&#8217;t a crook. Somebody should have taken a photo to quick-freeze that moment of cozy euphoria. Shaking off seasickness on a sightseeing boat in the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=567&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ap holo gees</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 20:57:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s not because of not you, just my mind&#8217;s mid side-stepping for a couple of syncopated beats .. let&#8217;s talk the modern man: after shaves and attitudes, breathing in fresh weeds growing-greeting blood-golden sun, and some deep-blue-green ocean-fed sky arching the circle of my mind&#8217;s eye, me on calm, moving meadows, a deep breath out, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=562&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Beguine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 17:05:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[clarification: cancer is a metaphor here. s&#8217;embéguiner ( to flirt) for artie s I whisper in your ear while I bite your lobe: Begin the Beguine, dance with me. I am in a Swing rush on coke. We finally dance into deep space out. I bend you over backwards Artie&#8217;s instrument of pleasure sounds. &#8220;So, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gurkski.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14594847&amp;post=560&amp;subd=gurkski&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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