I had a strange dream… that you moved to Budapest… To fricking Budapest, baby! I got your letter saying it and couldn’t believe my eyes.

And curiously, among other things, you were accusing me of expressing my thoughts evasively… Wow, I suppose I had a good teacher at that.

But whatever! Budapest was a shock. I mean… Hungary! Ok. You told me that your apartment overviewed some bridge (don’t remember the name) and so I decided to go to this city. I decided to go all this way for you, because no matter where you were I needed to see you.

I guess I’ve read too much of Y- The Last Man. But the dream felt kind of enchanting and desperate… I dunno where this came from. But anyway… I guess I need to go to Budapest now. Sooner or later.

P.s. In the dream Budapest looked more like Prague or Dresden and in reality I didn’t have a clue what it looked like. So I browsed for pics of Budapest. Well, I assume I’ve seen it before and though I don’t remember it my sub-consciousness does. Because the pics were so fricking similar to what I saw in the dream… And the strangest thing is that I decided (honestly, I dunno why this idea crossed my mind) to look for apartments for rent in Budapest… And I came across a one-bedroom apartment (which I assume you would prefer) overlooking some bridge. And… tada! the view stunningly resembled that in my dream… Am I going crazy? What’s it about you and Budapest?

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The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand

and asshole holy!

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holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an

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holy as you my soul are holy!

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