eyeteeth: I'm a Slav 4 U
substitute: Slav 2 the Rhythm
eyeteeth: Balkan to the Oldies
substitute: Do do do do the Hussar
substitute: Moscow Moscow man, I wanna be a Moscow man
eyeteeth: Oh dude, you are way too good at this.
substitute: the golden thread that connects eastern europe and disco forever
eyeteeth: You hold the Kiev my heart.
substitute: At first I was afraid, I was Petrograd
eyeteeth: That's just fucked up.
substitute: why is this so easy?
eyeteeth: I DON'T KNOW
substitute: Oo oo oo oo Stalingrad, Stalingrad. Stalingraaaaaaaaaaad
substitute: C C C P, so much fun in the C C C P
eyeteeth: You can hang out with all the Boyars!
eyeteeth: Hun is the loneliest number that you'll ever do.
substitute: Hallelujah, it's raining Pnin
eyeteeth: I saw a werewolf drinking a tumbler of arrack at Trader Marko's.
substitute: And his hair was Magyar. VERY Magyar.
Despite the temperature, which has been forty-five degrees all day every day for what seems like years, I can tell spring is coming by certain unequivocal signs. A few brave pigeon cocks can be seen doing their weird dance for a few indifferent hens; the starlings' beaks have turned from black to bright yellow; and there are hot cross buns for sale in Therapy Park. Mm, buttercream icing.