Unter Dem Radar

harrison ford had it made in indiana jones part three fucking that austrian woman in venice - ah venice - as they slipped under that radar beneath all the clanging sunday bells of canareggio ... meanwhile sean connery (presumably touched himself or his manufactured wig knowing that once they reached the castle of the gestapo he would enjoy the last laugh or something. how do you say good- bye in austria as opposed to the reich? my german teacher was from vienna - i had a mild vanilla crush on her (dreamt of discipline all verbal natürlich ... the classroom put-downs then our more private humiliations ... just one punch would have been enough to force my quiet retreat to beat off in a lavatory (a goethe institut in a nameless & folorn balkan capital ... oh for an umbrella to scare the seagulls into a luftwaffe propellor or two - ah venice! stop me before the credits roll i'm fit to burst here with my leather- bound journal (i confused the berlin & münich olympic stadiums - who needs hitler's autograph when it's written in the landscape the reiseplan the plastic stein? a girl holds up two jugs with the requisite irony (breasts heaving ... this foolish foreplay does not know it has been tricked into surviving - i yearn for my original impassioned cry from cairo - some crazy mongol shouts cover your heart indy! well of course it must have been all those bad dates

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