The Internet is
Everything.
(still) not all.
Our future.
become the leading medium of modern information and knowledge society.
A major catalyst of the digital revolution.
The greatest revolution.
The nervous system of the collective body of human thought.
No bed of roses.
us for all dangerous.
Broken - at South Park
a legal vacuum.
not above the law.
Something wonderful.
Not my world.
A place of hunting, illumination, screening. In the worst case: a place of executions, sexual abuse, a place for investigators and data protection. In the more benign case: an escapist nonsense world.
The biggest threat to national security.
for reformists, very important.
why not a mass medium because it allows for a certain time different communications.
The area of brand piracy.
Gone to the dogs.
Just a step in the direction of obtaining our true connection with anyone.
A success factor.
evil.
Not bad.
The real climate killer.
my opinion, not the worst cause of climate change.
Meanwhile, the most important source of information when buying consumer electronics.
a key advisor on health matters.
a jungle.
An elephant.
A mirror of society.
A large community.
A dunghill.
fault. Today
such thing as the universal platform of the holy war against the Western world. It is a communication medium, advertising, Open University, training camp and think tank of the Islamists at the same time.
The A and O.
cheap, fast and clean. We love it.
(almost) everywhere. No longer in the freestyle
an election, it is the duty!
not human.
burned through.
full!
entertainer.
important than magazines, TV & Co.
the best invention ever. Without mutilating "since".
for humans and not vice versa.
Easy a nice way for us to be there.
Urlaubsreif.
green.
Our future market.
Only a new distribution channel.
A porn paradise.
a hazard and threatens not only the souls of German children, but also the quality of journalism.
entered a young medium.
history.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Unique And Funny Wedding
Sexy humanism
The only sensible goal in life it may be added to love to move, always gentle, always sympathetic, always to be compassionate.
We need to get away from the commodity fetishism, the adore of the material, from plain narcissism.
It's just fundamentally wrong to other people just to do so (ge-) need to vent at them. Many people find precisely why a partner in order somehow to pull him to prove to the world by itself or something.
you see it but not the other, as he is, but only that which they insert themselves into it. It is going to have for them so pleasant emotions in daily life a partner against the boredom, for free sex or the polishing of his own ego.
To experience but true love, one has to do mainly the Voneinandergetrenntsein and just not connecting. So do not look the same, but allow the foreign, the same non-self, the other will accept and fully aware of this.
There is never enough to love your neighbor only, one must look also and especially the love and closeness to the stranger and the enemy. The only way to overcome this accursed selfishness, which acts everywhere in our society and the worst havoc.
We must be prepared to another human being in his mode of existence and its other-than-I assume-being, altogether. If someone like me, that's interesting.
the most appear only as the reasonable and well what they have thought all along. They want to know just their prejudices confirmed. That is not, however, it can never be.
No, a better world is possible only if I and you, we must all go together, each other, the stranger (I am for you and you for me) we must all be human, because only then can one say: I'm starting thou And from there, starting to love and understand.
The only sensible goal in life it may be added to love to move, always gentle, always sympathetic, always to be compassionate.
We need to get away from the commodity fetishism, the adore of the material, from plain narcissism.
It's just fundamentally wrong to other people just to do so (ge-) need to vent at them. Many people find precisely why a partner in order somehow to pull him to prove to the world by itself or something.
you see it but not the other, as he is, but only that which they insert themselves into it. It is going to have for them so pleasant emotions in daily life a partner against the boredom, for free sex or the polishing of his own ego.
To experience but true love, one has to do mainly the Voneinandergetrenntsein and just not connecting. So do not look the same, but allow the foreign, the same non-self, the other will accept and fully aware of this.
There is never enough to love your neighbor only, one must look also and especially the love and closeness to the stranger and the enemy. The only way to overcome this accursed selfishness, which acts everywhere in our society and the worst havoc.
We must be prepared to another human being in his mode of existence and its other-than-I assume-being, altogether. If someone like me, that's interesting.
the most appear only as the reasonable and well what they have thought all along. They want to know just their prejudices confirmed. That is not, however, it can never be.
No, a better world is possible only if I and you, we must all go together, each other, the stranger (I am for you and you for me) we must all be human, because only then can one say: I'm starting thou And from there, starting to love and understand.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Deathwatch Robb White Chapters
Add Amanda, think of the war
When the great big shot in addition to the chronic lack of time had a sick, then it was the constant defeats and failures. His biggest nonsense in five minutes for Kacken hingekleckst celebrated, the people as a timeless classic and the good things the other hand, found so no audience.
Zampano hungry for victory. It hovered not before a lousy 2-1, but a veritable massacre of good humor, a triumph, with great Parade, Orchester und schulfrei für alle.
Das Problem war nur: Er war jetzt fünfundvierzig, und es waren absolut keine Siege mehr in Sicht, nicht einmal mehr ein ordentlicher Kampf. Die Gegner von einst waren alle so lasch geworden. Früher waren sie noch hungrig und verbohrt, heute genossen sie gute Weine und saßen abends mit der Kanzlerin beisammen.
Langsam kam Zampano an einen Punkt, wo er das alles so dermaßen zum Kotzen fand, daß er am liebsten den Kurt Cobain gemacht hätte, wenn das nur nicht so abgeschmackt wäre. Auch da hatte er wieder den Absprung zur rechten Zeit verpaßt. Mit 27, klar, da geht das – aber jetzt mit Mitte 40 nahm ihm den an der Welt verzweifelnden Künstler doch keiner mehr from.
And so it remained as a way out, only the Stupid. With fast cars driving around in a circle and call it Formula 1. The private jet flying to exotic places where there was not much better than at home in Sprockhövel. Limited singles are buying boxes of the Smiths, but in the end but always hang up the old CDs. be read, but somehow had to rumkriegen the evenings so, wasting time with books that it was not worth even written, much less. By popping the sharpest women in Germany and pose as jury member of Heidi Klum-show. Can be honored at his old university, although we used to sleep in the lectures only.
That evening forged Zampano the plan, opening a trouser factory in Bangladesh and then make with the products from there KiK competition. A man needs a change after all.
After brushing your teeth, before bedtime, he ran flailed at his reflection, until the blood. He saute half bath full, but not wiped it away. Finally he had to give the world so much, and if the world does not have wanted to, but at least had the Bulgarian Housekeeper are well employed.
When the great big shot in addition to the chronic lack of time had a sick, then it was the constant defeats and failures. His biggest nonsense in five minutes for Kacken hingekleckst celebrated, the people as a timeless classic and the good things the other hand, found so no audience.
Zampano hungry for victory. It hovered not before a lousy 2-1, but a veritable massacre of good humor, a triumph, with great Parade, Orchester und schulfrei für alle.
Das Problem war nur: Er war jetzt fünfundvierzig, und es waren absolut keine Siege mehr in Sicht, nicht einmal mehr ein ordentlicher Kampf. Die Gegner von einst waren alle so lasch geworden. Früher waren sie noch hungrig und verbohrt, heute genossen sie gute Weine und saßen abends mit der Kanzlerin beisammen.
Langsam kam Zampano an einen Punkt, wo er das alles so dermaßen zum Kotzen fand, daß er am liebsten den Kurt Cobain gemacht hätte, wenn das nur nicht so abgeschmackt wäre. Auch da hatte er wieder den Absprung zur rechten Zeit verpaßt. Mit 27, klar, da geht das – aber jetzt mit Mitte 40 nahm ihm den an der Welt verzweifelnden Künstler doch keiner mehr from.
And so it remained as a way out, only the Stupid. With fast cars driving around in a circle and call it Formula 1. The private jet flying to exotic places where there was not much better than at home in Sprockhövel. Limited singles are buying boxes of the Smiths, but in the end but always hang up the old CDs. be read, but somehow had to rumkriegen the evenings so, wasting time with books that it was not worth even written, much less. By popping the sharpest women in Germany and pose as jury member of Heidi Klum-show. Can be honored at his old university, although we used to sleep in the lectures only.
That evening forged Zampano the plan, opening a trouser factory in Bangladesh and then make with the products from there KiK competition. A man needs a change after all.
After brushing your teeth, before bedtime, he ran flailed at his reflection, until the blood. He saute half bath full, but not wiped it away. Finally he had to give the world so much, and if the world does not have wanted to, but at least had the Bulgarian Housekeeper are well employed.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Change Struts Jeep Liberty
guys named Bernd have basically wrong
arrogance must be able to afford it, was the great big shot. Humility is not just a bargain.
In art, and he knew his way, because that was his profession, other aspects moral values and norms as in the real world. So, can, may and should offend women, insult Negerchen, disabled ape, affirm pedophilia and necrophilia, torture small dogs and cats recognize war, terror and Leichenfledderei as an aesthetic medium and making fun of political activists. To give to the outside consistently decadent, well, only the true moralist. Greenpeace is stupid, so I'll go buy now beautiful fur.
can afford something expensive, but it was not all. It took the necessary leisure to it afterwards, after the acquisition, use and maintained to wreck. No time, no small thing.
It is easy to do, in this silly 24 hours. Barely risen, it is already time for bed. This Jack Bauer has lied to us all. Our
Zampano thought it was really slow time for his canonization. But the Vatican stood (still) across. This Zampi had as a little schoolboy, the concept of the Holy One knorke truly found. Most of all he always liked the really old saints who barely knew another and had therefore never to do anything. They would be happy about it correctly determined when after five hundred years, again a dear little man as he prays for them. And the forgotten saint, arg gebauchpinselt by the renewed interest in his bespinnwebten person would, of course Heaven and hoho share, hell in movement to the earthly assistance request from the small Zampi latest. Only because of the emotion that someone down there but still believed in him. Classic win-win situation then.
The Saints, however, are familiar to everyone, which could even get any. They were, by the thousands overwhelmed by desires, surely booked up for years. Then one need not be surprised if, after praying nothing happens. No, the really obscure you must look.
So: To be a saint, that would be something. Warm-hearted and generous. Someone who longs to help the suffering souls on Earth.
no final point at this time.
arrogance must be able to afford it, was the great big shot. Humility is not just a bargain.
In art, and he knew his way, because that was his profession, other aspects moral values and norms as in the real world. So, can, may and should offend women, insult Negerchen, disabled ape, affirm pedophilia and necrophilia, torture small dogs and cats recognize war, terror and Leichenfledderei as an aesthetic medium and making fun of political activists. To give to the outside consistently decadent, well, only the true moralist. Greenpeace is stupid, so I'll go buy now beautiful fur.
can afford something expensive, but it was not all. It took the necessary leisure to it afterwards, after the acquisition, use and maintained to wreck. No time, no small thing.
It is easy to do, in this silly 24 hours. Barely risen, it is already time for bed. This Jack Bauer has lied to us all. Our
Zampano thought it was really slow time for his canonization. But the Vatican stood (still) across. This Zampi had as a little schoolboy, the concept of the Holy One knorke truly found. Most of all he always liked the really old saints who barely knew another and had therefore never to do anything. They would be happy about it correctly determined when after five hundred years, again a dear little man as he prays for them. And the forgotten saint, arg gebauchpinselt by the renewed interest in his bespinnwebten person would, of course Heaven and hoho share, hell in movement to the earthly assistance request from the small Zampi latest. Only because of the emotion that someone down there but still believed in him. Classic win-win situation then.
The Saints, however, are familiar to everyone, which could even get any. They were, by the thousands overwhelmed by desires, surely booked up for years. Then one need not be surprised if, after praying nothing happens. No, the really obscure you must look.
So: To be a saint, that would be something. Warm-hearted and generous. Someone who longs to help the suffering souls on Earth.
no final point at this time.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Size Of Cargo Van Fit Into Queen Size Bed
The best music in the world
Some people leave footprints in the hearts that you wegbekommt never get off and do not intend to. On some albums it is the same. And sometimes both together is even.
The first two albums ("Chega de Saudade" and "O Amor, o Sorriso ea Flor") have by João Gilberto 1959/60 not only pretty much single-handedly lifted the Bossa Nova to grow up, but to me, over forty years later, given a lot of feelings about life, love and all the rest, not to say: caused previously unimagined thoughts and feelings in me. What was buried, was brought to light what lay dormant, awakened. Eichendorff it look like me however, that the world began, to sing, because João had taken the magic word. These albums are pure heart food, no less.
Everything went more then rather quickly: A few months after my initiation by the gentle waves I met a very special girl, and I realized through them, what I had been whispering to the bossa previously. That true happiness is not in the short-term enthusiasm, the passion of the moment and there is the euphoria of being overwhelmed, but in a continual sense of security, of self-with-the-world-accepted explanation. A deep peace, a self-confidence and feel at home.
The Zen-like simplicity of Gilberto's music speaks to the inclined Phone and told him as much of the world like the wind in the trees in one afternoon in June. One must understand it can only. Elegant simplicity instead of noise and spectacle. Sweet melancholy, a beautiful pain and at the same time, at the same moment, even hopeful new beginning and youthful freshness.
João treats the guitar like a lover and whispers to more than he sings. He keeps us manifestations of love: desire and joy, tenderness, but also pain and sorrow.
A playful, summery music that always know also about the imminent loss of momentary happiness. Love, this eternal riddle, we met here, in wonderful poetry and sounds transformed.
Rough cut into the crackling of the run-out groove: The summer passed and with it, my girl. The luck came to me like a dream. It did not last long. Like almost all good bossa nova songs, it is usually under two minutes to a few brief moments in life is limited. The man also usually only in hindsight, if everything is already over, accept as true happiness.
The Portuguese Saudade is the first albums to Gilberto's pure beauty, a deeply felt by the listener lifestyle and design: fresh request and at the same time have the knowledge of its loss and impermanence.
Yet da, bei allem Schmerz, immer auch Zuversicht. Denn etwas, das einmal war, kann irgendwann auch wieder sein. So lange man lebt, besteht Hoffnung. Schließlich haben wir (und Leonard Cohen möge mir diesen letzten Kniff verzeihen) immer noch die Musik.
Some people leave footprints in the hearts that you wegbekommt never get off and do not intend to. On some albums it is the same. And sometimes both together is even.
The first two albums ("Chega de Saudade" and "O Amor, o Sorriso ea Flor") have by João Gilberto 1959/60 not only pretty much single-handedly lifted the Bossa Nova to grow up, but to me, over forty years later, given a lot of feelings about life, love and all the rest, not to say: caused previously unimagined thoughts and feelings in me. What was buried, was brought to light what lay dormant, awakened. Eichendorff it look like me however, that the world began, to sing, because João had taken the magic word. These albums are pure heart food, no less.
Everything went more then rather quickly: A few months after my initiation by the gentle waves I met a very special girl, and I realized through them, what I had been whispering to the bossa previously. That true happiness is not in the short-term enthusiasm, the passion of the moment and there is the euphoria of being overwhelmed, but in a continual sense of security, of self-with-the-world-accepted explanation. A deep peace, a self-confidence and feel at home.
The Zen-like simplicity of Gilberto's music speaks to the inclined Phone and told him as much of the world like the wind in the trees in one afternoon in June. One must understand it can only. Elegant simplicity instead of noise and spectacle. Sweet melancholy, a beautiful pain and at the same time, at the same moment, even hopeful new beginning and youthful freshness.
João treats the guitar like a lover and whispers to more than he sings. He keeps us manifestations of love: desire and joy, tenderness, but also pain and sorrow.
A playful, summery music that always know also about the imminent loss of momentary happiness. Love, this eternal riddle, we met here, in wonderful poetry and sounds transformed.
Rough cut into the crackling of the run-out groove: The summer passed and with it, my girl. The luck came to me like a dream. It did not last long. Like almost all good bossa nova songs, it is usually under two minutes to a few brief moments in life is limited. The man also usually only in hindsight, if everything is already over, accept as true happiness.
The Portuguese Saudade is the first albums to Gilberto's pure beauty, a deeply felt by the listener lifestyle and design: fresh request and at the same time have the knowledge of its loss and impermanence.
Yet da, bei allem Schmerz, immer auch Zuversicht. Denn etwas, das einmal war, kann irgendwann auch wieder sein. So lange man lebt, besteht Hoffnung. Schließlich haben wir (und Leonard Cohen möge mir diesen letzten Kniff verzeihen) immer noch die Musik.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Paddle Attachment Look Like On The Kitchen Aid?
Anne conjure Heche can
Als ich am Sonntag mit meinen Hunden Gassi ging, kam ich an der Christlichen Gemeinde in unserem Dorf vorbei. Für diese Freikirche Schrägstrich Sekte habe ich nie viel übrig gehabt, doch jetzt, im strömenden nachmittäglichen Regen, taten sie mir fast ein bißchen leid. Das hier sollte ihr Sommerfest sein, und sie kauerten sich hilfesuchend unter Regenschirme und Vordächer. Das Volleyballturnier ward ersatzlos gestrichen, die Würstchen schmeckten also anyone rightly so. In passing, I thought to myself: Peter must be a Catholic. For pirates of the faith he has little left.
Little has left the interested reader for abrupt change of topic. But so be it: My life is a bit like Bossa Nova. Since it is not about the play, but rendered solely to the notes. The opposite of virtuosity so.
evening was still Atze Oscar Wilde over a beer. Gave me quite right and said: My only genius I've ever used on my life, in my books put only my talent. Then another Iserlohn. Prost.
When the British visit was again reeled off, I still up for some fun and playing into the Internet completely drunk. There I was suddenly very different. The people of this anger, it also had no more time on it. Your blog has become far too fictitious, the masquerades of the irony of silly and private, to have more world levels, experiences or thoughts are identified. Pfui Deibel. Who reads that?
So here's me, for knocking out fine, finally even the most naked, pure, raw and throbbing life: Last night, long before the summer festival and wild verplästerten visit, I felt incredibly alone. I woke up and suddenly had the feeling that the last human being on earth. But then I discovered happily that there was something someone because in that moment I saw the beautiful naked woman lying next to me on the bed and smiled at me somehow totally up and running. Their irresistible Kleiderlosigkeit their unbridled passion sprang towards me really - from the expanded middle part of the day before I buy men's magazines.
Als ich am Sonntag mit meinen Hunden Gassi ging, kam ich an der Christlichen Gemeinde in unserem Dorf vorbei. Für diese Freikirche Schrägstrich Sekte habe ich nie viel übrig gehabt, doch jetzt, im strömenden nachmittäglichen Regen, taten sie mir fast ein bißchen leid. Das hier sollte ihr Sommerfest sein, und sie kauerten sich hilfesuchend unter Regenschirme und Vordächer. Das Volleyballturnier ward ersatzlos gestrichen, die Würstchen schmeckten also anyone rightly so. In passing, I thought to myself: Peter must be a Catholic. For pirates of the faith he has little left.
Little has left the interested reader for abrupt change of topic. But so be it: My life is a bit like Bossa Nova. Since it is not about the play, but rendered solely to the notes. The opposite of virtuosity so.
evening was still Atze Oscar Wilde over a beer. Gave me quite right and said: My only genius I've ever used on my life, in my books put only my talent. Then another Iserlohn. Prost.
When the British visit was again reeled off, I still up for some fun and playing into the Internet completely drunk. There I was suddenly very different. The people of this anger, it also had no more time on it. Your blog has become far too fictitious, the masquerades of the irony of silly and private, to have more world levels, experiences or thoughts are identified. Pfui Deibel. Who reads that?
So here's me, for knocking out fine, finally even the most naked, pure, raw and throbbing life: Last night, long before the summer festival and wild verplästerten visit, I felt incredibly alone. I woke up and suddenly had the feeling that the last human being on earth. But then I discovered happily that there was something someone because in that moment I saw the beautiful naked woman lying next to me on the bed and smiled at me somehow totally up and running. Their irresistible Kleiderlosigkeit their unbridled passion sprang towards me really - from the expanded middle part of the day before I buy men's magazines.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Kymco People Security
Chocolate Jesus
Jahesius Krüst shuffelte is leisurely at the desk and was once again was:
I got paid, I would write more. Would I get paid for it, it would be a profession. If it were my job, I would do it every day. I would do it every day, I would get lost having fun. Without fun, would I torture myself but, I pull words and phrases from the nose, wring formulations. I would make to Worthure. But as I write, how many fucking young men: a pure pleasure and not for money. Cash is not everything in life. Sorry Johnny. Later Krüst
moved back to the garage where he had run over his dog last week. Doctor House had thought it would have been an accident, and who wanted to Hugh Laurie contradict that?
Again we speak of how the artist looks position in our world. A unique style that the audience is good, must really mean for the artist to leave him behind, the style, not the audience, because the states this
In any case, an artist off in such a situation, the shrill alarm bells, call the local security service to which announce that nothing has happened, perhaps drink fix a coffee, but no later than at the same, immediately and in what else to make the point than before. No longer the typical shit, but all deliver new shit. No more blue top and pink bottom, but right next to black and cinnamon. This of course applies not only to painting but also for the rest.
was served Remaining our Krüst as he watched the evening in the goggle box, and my dear Scholli what he saw there for schröckliche figures potzblitz, er dachte erst, es wäre ein neuer Zombiefilm von George A. Romero, doch nein, es war dann doch nur Zeit für den beliebtesten Privatsender der Republik.
Früher, also in seinen Jugendjahren, das war gegen Ende des Kaiserreichs, mußte man noch etwas können oder geleistet haben, um ins Fernsehen zu kommen. Heute reicht es schon aus, wenn daheim ein verhaltensauffälliges Kind sitzt, man ein bißchen kochen kann oder aber den ganzen Arsch voll Schulden hat.
Derart angepißt, ging Krüst nach oben ins Schlafzimmer, löschte das Licht und legte Watertown von Frank Sinatra auf. Tolle Platte. Kennt nur keiner.
Jahesius Krüst shuffelte is leisurely at the desk and was once again was:
I got paid, I would write more. Would I get paid for it, it would be a profession. If it were my job, I would do it every day. I would do it every day, I would get lost having fun. Without fun, would I torture myself but, I pull words and phrases from the nose, wring formulations. I would make to Worthure. But as I write, how many fucking young men: a pure pleasure and not for money. Cash is not everything in life. Sorry Johnny. Later Krüst
moved back to the garage where he had run over his dog last week. Doctor House had thought it would have been an accident, and who wanted to Hugh Laurie contradict that?
Again we speak of how the artist looks position in our world. A unique style that the audience is good, must really mean for the artist to leave him behind, the style, not the audience, because the states this
In any case, an artist off in such a situation, the shrill alarm bells, call the local security service to which announce that nothing has happened, perhaps drink fix a coffee, but no later than at the same, immediately and in what else to make the point than before. No longer the typical shit, but all deliver new shit. No more blue top and pink bottom, but right next to black and cinnamon. This of course applies not only to painting but also for the rest.
was served Remaining our Krüst as he watched the evening in the goggle box, and my dear Scholli what he saw there for schröckliche figures potzblitz, er dachte erst, es wäre ein neuer Zombiefilm von George A. Romero, doch nein, es war dann doch nur Zeit für den beliebtesten Privatsender der Republik.
Früher, also in seinen Jugendjahren, das war gegen Ende des Kaiserreichs, mußte man noch etwas können oder geleistet haben, um ins Fernsehen zu kommen. Heute reicht es schon aus, wenn daheim ein verhaltensauffälliges Kind sitzt, man ein bißchen kochen kann oder aber den ganzen Arsch voll Schulden hat.
Derart angepißt, ging Krüst nach oben ins Schlafzimmer, löschte das Licht und legte Watertown von Frank Sinatra auf. Tolle Platte. Kennt nur keiner.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Is Flashlights From Camera Bad For Babies Eyes
law on forest
Das Leben schlägt gelegentlich seltsame Pfade ein.
Only recently I had to, for example, although it is absolutely not my temperament, corresponds to a young lady to help with her divorce. Somewhere we had probably misunderstood thoroughly.
We came when we met, just like talking to each other, and at some point they then asked it, because what I really am doing, and I said right at the forest ...
Oh, that's great, then she interrupted me with an almost infectious enthusiasm in his voice and a meaning twinkle in his eyes.
The great thing was I still not quite risen, especially since they did not say so myself, but for her not to be damaged by hail the day, I made the simple Gesellschaftsspielchen times with and nodded, though perhaps a bit too eagerly.
She spread below the ruins of their marriage in front of me and otherwise nothing good to let her estranged husband.
was only then that I realized that she probably thought I was a lawyer, that lawyer and therefore well versed in divorce matters. And I wanted to tell you but really only from my Köhlerhütte that I run right to the wood.
We both were true in this awkward situation, the face, I kept everything else dear, you did a few weeks later, the favor and took them to court. Otherwise it would have probably been disappointed but very badly, and I could have just at this lovely person not had the heart. The truth is sometimes an arrant slave-driver.
The hearing was then quite well. Her husband was his old maiden name, the nail varnish and the two guinea pigs awarded, was allowed to keep what my client to compensate but at least the Porsche, the chocolate fountain and the Handmade Oriental rugs. The custody of the 15-room villa on the outskirts they shared.
able to live with all stakeholders good, even the guinea pigs.
It seems to me to be a true legal nature of talent.
Maybe I should change the profession.
Das Leben schlägt gelegentlich seltsame Pfade ein.
Only recently I had to, for example, although it is absolutely not my temperament, corresponds to a young lady to help with her divorce. Somewhere we had probably misunderstood thoroughly.
We came when we met, just like talking to each other, and at some point they then asked it, because what I really am doing, and I said right at the forest ...
Oh, that's great, then she interrupted me with an almost infectious enthusiasm in his voice and a meaning twinkle in his eyes.
The great thing was I still not quite risen, especially since they did not say so myself, but for her not to be damaged by hail the day, I made the simple Gesellschaftsspielchen times with and nodded, though perhaps a bit too eagerly.
She spread below the ruins of their marriage in front of me and otherwise nothing good to let her estranged husband.
was only then that I realized that she probably thought I was a lawyer, that lawyer and therefore well versed in divorce matters. And I wanted to tell you but really only from my Köhlerhütte that I run right to the wood.
We both were true in this awkward situation, the face, I kept everything else dear, you did a few weeks later, the favor and took them to court. Otherwise it would have probably been disappointed but very badly, and I could have just at this lovely person not had the heart. The truth is sometimes an arrant slave-driver.
The hearing was then quite well. Her husband was his old maiden name, the nail varnish and the two guinea pigs awarded, was allowed to keep what my client to compensate but at least the Porsche, the chocolate fountain and the Handmade Oriental rugs. The custody of the 15-room villa on the outskirts they shared.
able to live with all stakeholders good, even the guinea pigs.
It seems to me to be a true legal nature of talent.
Maybe I should change the profession.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Do Men Get Erections When Getting Brazilian Wax
Dawkins, you victim
We deceive ourselves, too often in people. Many believe, for example, Albert Einstein noch immer für ein Genie. Dabei war er, von der Atombombe ganz zu schweigen, auch nur ein weiterer Trottel aus Ulm. Nirgends erkennt man das besser als in einem Brief, den Einstein 1954 an den Philosophen Erich Gutkind richtete.
Dort schreibt Albert: Das Wort Gottes ist für mich nichts als Ausdruck und Produkt menschlicher Schwächen, die Bibel eine Sammlung ehrwürdiger, aber doch reichlich primitiver Legenden. Keine noch so feinsinnige Auslegung kann etwas daran ändern. Diese verfeinerten Auslegungen sind höchst mannigfaltig und haben so gut wie nichts mit dem Urtext zu schaffen. Zitat Ende.
Wir lernen daraus, daß es auf der ganzen Welt nur eine Sache gibt, die noch schlimmer ist als Religion: Atheismus.
Doch auch das vielgescholtene Christentum kann keinen wahren Trost mehr darstellen. Selbst in der katholischen Theologie wird mittlerweile angenommen, daß der Tod für den ganzen Menschen ein Ende setzt.
Nur Lieschen Müller mit ihrem ins Erwachsenenalter rübergeretteten Kinderglauben geht davon aus, daß es ein individuelles Leben nach dem Tode gibt. Sie tut dies, weil sie unfähig ist, eine Welt ohne sich zu denken. Wenn überhaupt, gehen wir einfach mal mit Aristoteles und Thomas von Aquin von der Tatsächlichkeit so einer unglaublichen Sache wie der Seele aus, dann existiert diese bloß in einer unerkennbaren Form fort.
Sie ist sich selbst und ihrem früheren Leben unbekannt, ohne Erinnerung, ohne Identität. Womöglich zwar bei Gott, aber eben nicht mehr als Lieschen Müller höchstselbst. Von daher dürfte uns das Jenseits eigentlich herzlich egal sein. Wir haben damit nichts zu schaffen. Wir sind hier.
We deceive ourselves, too often in people. Many believe, for example, Albert Einstein noch immer für ein Genie. Dabei war er, von der Atombombe ganz zu schweigen, auch nur ein weiterer Trottel aus Ulm. Nirgends erkennt man das besser als in einem Brief, den Einstein 1954 an den Philosophen Erich Gutkind richtete.
Dort schreibt Albert: Das Wort Gottes ist für mich nichts als Ausdruck und Produkt menschlicher Schwächen, die Bibel eine Sammlung ehrwürdiger, aber doch reichlich primitiver Legenden. Keine noch so feinsinnige Auslegung kann etwas daran ändern. Diese verfeinerten Auslegungen sind höchst mannigfaltig und haben so gut wie nichts mit dem Urtext zu schaffen. Zitat Ende.
Wir lernen daraus, daß es auf der ganzen Welt nur eine Sache gibt, die noch schlimmer ist als Religion: Atheismus.
Doch auch das vielgescholtene Christentum kann keinen wahren Trost mehr darstellen. Selbst in der katholischen Theologie wird mittlerweile angenommen, daß der Tod für den ganzen Menschen ein Ende setzt.
Nur Lieschen Müller mit ihrem ins Erwachsenenalter rübergeretteten Kinderglauben geht davon aus, daß es ein individuelles Leben nach dem Tode gibt. Sie tut dies, weil sie unfähig ist, eine Welt ohne sich zu denken. Wenn überhaupt, gehen wir einfach mal mit Aristoteles und Thomas von Aquin von der Tatsächlichkeit so einer unglaublichen Sache wie der Seele aus, dann existiert diese bloß in einer unerkennbaren Form fort.
Sie ist sich selbst und ihrem früheren Leben unbekannt, ohne Erinnerung, ohne Identität. Womöglich zwar bei Gott, aber eben nicht mehr als Lieschen Müller höchstselbst. Von daher dürfte uns das Jenseits eigentlich herzlich egal sein. Wir haben damit nichts zu schaffen. Wir sind hier.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Black Businesses Need Loans
anhedonia
Ich bin einsam und fühle mich schlecht. Die Welt um mich herum interessiert sich nicht für mich, und sie braucht mich auch nicht.
Interessen habe ich keine mehr. Ich komme gut ohne Musik aus. Ich höre gerne nichts, Stille. Und da, wo schwarzer Regen fällt, hat jemand Gülle abgestellt.
Alt werden. Anfangen zu stinken. Merken, daß man ein bißchen so wie Maxim Biller geworden ist: Immer schlecht gelaunt, jeden Tag und heute.
Aus dem Fenster schauen. Die Nachbarin sehen. Sie came back from shopping, hung with the 36 bags of Shaolin. No one helps. I of course not. Instead, I prefer to grab the rope, climb on the chair and do around the ceiling light.
whole sad am I, who have not lived, say goodbye to the life now. Since
calls the gentle voice of reason to me: income, you can survive anything.
I ask the reason, if I can have their phone number, then we can sometimes meet for coffee or something. The reason but declined with thanks. That was expected.
said I used to me always, thick girls need love. But not by me. Today I would probably not so condescending. But even the thickness cease.
I remain alone. Think of a nice girl from before. In the winter of our discontent, we wore five layers of clothing to each other. She looked still damn sexy. Run is nothing. Only I, flowing through the rain.
Memories are made of schoolgirl report. Germany, after pill before Palle. No fatal Bumsviren, nowhere. For this whole hedges of pubic hair. These were the seventies. Peter Frankenfeld leads through the program. It must have been an inconceivable besockte time.
remains the bottom line: A nice day in the tractor museum with old memories.
The chair tilts.
Ich bin einsam und fühle mich schlecht. Die Welt um mich herum interessiert sich nicht für mich, und sie braucht mich auch nicht.
Interessen habe ich keine mehr. Ich komme gut ohne Musik aus. Ich höre gerne nichts, Stille. Und da, wo schwarzer Regen fällt, hat jemand Gülle abgestellt.
Alt werden. Anfangen zu stinken. Merken, daß man ein bißchen so wie Maxim Biller geworden ist: Immer schlecht gelaunt, jeden Tag und heute.
Aus dem Fenster schauen. Die Nachbarin sehen. Sie came back from shopping, hung with the 36 bags of Shaolin. No one helps. I of course not. Instead, I prefer to grab the rope, climb on the chair and do around the ceiling light.
whole sad am I, who have not lived, say goodbye to the life now. Since
calls the gentle voice of reason to me: income, you can survive anything.
I ask the reason, if I can have their phone number, then we can sometimes meet for coffee or something. The reason but declined with thanks. That was expected.
said I used to me always, thick girls need love. But not by me. Today I would probably not so condescending. But even the thickness cease.
I remain alone. Think of a nice girl from before. In the winter of our discontent, we wore five layers of clothing to each other. She looked still damn sexy. Run is nothing. Only I, flowing through the rain.
Memories are made of schoolgirl report. Germany, after pill before Palle. No fatal Bumsviren, nowhere. For this whole hedges of pubic hair. These were the seventies. Peter Frankenfeld leads through the program. It must have been an inconceivable besockte time.
remains the bottom line: A nice day in the tractor museum with old memories.
The chair tilts.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A Welcome Address For Church
Tristesse in butter noodles
Fred, the high school student, had it again see coming. The light at the end of the tunnel was no light, but only a mirage. The reflection of something that is not there. Highly philosophical, but is also dead boring.
It could have been a nice evening. But was not there yet. Fred could not from his skin. Which was covered with pimples and Frustakne. Not to mention the angry self-righteousness all the blackheads.
He tried to tell yourself a joke. That did not work, because he once again, as so often screwed up the punch line.
is well again to buy time, hand cream. The Scandinavian of the fishermen. They know how to run the perch. And as long as you are just throwing money out the window and not themselves or immediately afterwards, is actually all right.
Yuppidu. Resonant vibration.
Fred moved across the living room. His girlfriend was still there. Oh, yes, why was not her apartment, sure. He took a seat in a dignified distance from her humble self in temporary possession and stared in the direction in which they too kuckte. The television was on, again. Heidi Klum looked young. Your Sangesneger it was not enough anymore. The redhead
I find wrong well, the girlfriend reported by Fred unsolicited word. Fred wanted to know. Courtesy side, he saw but still even briefly on the screen.
The redhead, aha, well, would lead to the need, therefore, since he slot in well too. Whether his girlfriend and maybe the Red Fancy a threesome ...? But certainly not because the one was dead boring and the other would soon be a top model.
Retrieved on the hard ground of the facts, Fred moved again over the kitchen.
from the other space grunted the girlfriend anything for granted just half of tomorrow night for eating out over here. Fred said nothing new, and just thought to himself, let Püppi, times are good. Keep it loose so and.
He attacked vigorously for half-full bottle of vodka and eliminated by specific swallowing good conscience most of the liquid level there still in stock.
Liquor, which was his last word. In this spirit: vodka.
Fred, the high school student, had it again see coming. The light at the end of the tunnel was no light, but only a mirage. The reflection of something that is not there. Highly philosophical, but is also dead boring.
It could have been a nice evening. But was not there yet. Fred could not from his skin. Which was covered with pimples and Frustakne. Not to mention the angry self-righteousness all the blackheads.
He tried to tell yourself a joke. That did not work, because he once again, as so often screwed up the punch line.
is well again to buy time, hand cream. The Scandinavian of the fishermen. They know how to run the perch. And as long as you are just throwing money out the window and not themselves or immediately afterwards, is actually all right.
Yuppidu. Resonant vibration.
Fred moved across the living room. His girlfriend was still there. Oh, yes, why was not her apartment, sure. He took a seat in a dignified distance from her humble self in temporary possession and stared in the direction in which they too kuckte. The television was on, again. Heidi Klum looked young. Your Sangesneger it was not enough anymore. The redhead
I find wrong well, the girlfriend reported by Fred unsolicited word. Fred wanted to know. Courtesy side, he saw but still even briefly on the screen.
The redhead, aha, well, would lead to the need, therefore, since he slot in well too. Whether his girlfriend and maybe the Red Fancy a threesome ...? But certainly not because the one was dead boring and the other would soon be a top model.
Retrieved on the hard ground of the facts, Fred moved again over the kitchen.
from the other space grunted the girlfriend anything for granted just half of tomorrow night for eating out over here. Fred said nothing new, and just thought to himself, let Püppi, times are good. Keep it loose so and.
He attacked vigorously for half-full bottle of vodka and eliminated by specific swallowing good conscience most of the liquid level there still in stock.
Liquor, which was his last word. In this spirit: vodka.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Nutramax Dog Food Printable Coupons
relations
relations are nothing. Give her nothing. On the contrary, take away an even something else. Weil: You change this. If a person who you never wanted to be.
Sure, you have to make compromises. And Rome was not burnt in a day. But everything has its limits. Finally, there are also such a thing as pride. Whom you are in a relationship but even better, times from the start to the porter.
the beginning is all clear, what else, supidupi. Kissing and getting to know and Tralalürchen.
This butterflies in your stomach, do you know that? Yes, of course, I also had ever diarrhea. Leaves decreases, then generally the first being in love has already resigned.
runs and then at some point, indifferent to each other through everyday life sucks, at each other, but after all, have sex, the must not pay, and before you know it, you can hear yourself on Sunday afternoon so records say like: Honey, I yet just imagine the little bike down to the basement. The interested
treasure but also no more. She says yes and amen still thinks, but would prefer to Brad Pitt. Only it is not just Angelina Jolie, but Katrina Paschunke. And looks accordingly. Well, for the cycling-in-the-basement-Bringer's enough yet.
Such sad, rancid existences can be found everywhere where people come together against their better knowledge, yes, literally band together to togetherness.
There is only one: isolation and solitary confinement. Guantanamo, bahia Guantanamera.
logo, you will find yourself so cool not so special, but at least you can be so lonely if no one else is there, put up half way. Since then it says with a shrug: Two weeks not showering, not shaved, do not leave the house, so what? But no bother. At least three books read, a few old movies seen late in the program, ready meals and reheated in the microwave at full speed Motörhead heard.
Make the time in a Relationship.
relations are nothing. Give her nothing. On the contrary, take away an even something else. Weil: You change this. If a person who you never wanted to be.
Sure, you have to make compromises. And Rome was not burnt in a day. But everything has its limits. Finally, there are also such a thing as pride. Whom you are in a relationship but even better, times from the start to the porter.
the beginning is all clear, what else, supidupi. Kissing and getting to know and Tralalürchen.
This butterflies in your stomach, do you know that? Yes, of course, I also had ever diarrhea. Leaves decreases, then generally the first being in love has already resigned.
runs and then at some point, indifferent to each other through everyday life sucks, at each other, but after all, have sex, the must not pay, and before you know it, you can hear yourself on Sunday afternoon so records say like: Honey, I yet just imagine the little bike down to the basement. The interested
treasure but also no more. She says yes and amen still thinks, but would prefer to Brad Pitt. Only it is not just Angelina Jolie, but Katrina Paschunke. And looks accordingly. Well, for the cycling-in-the-basement-Bringer's enough yet.
Such sad, rancid existences can be found everywhere where people come together against their better knowledge, yes, literally band together to togetherness.
There is only one: isolation and solitary confinement. Guantanamo, bahia Guantanamera.
logo, you will find yourself so cool not so special, but at least you can be so lonely if no one else is there, put up half way. Since then it says with a shrug: Two weeks not showering, not shaved, do not leave the house, so what? But no bother. At least three books read, a few old movies seen late in the program, ready meals and reheated in the microwave at full speed Motörhead heard.
Make the time in a Relationship.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Dune Buggy Frames Canada
first half of 2009
Annual Academy Awards. Afghanistan. Air France. Android smartphone. Avril Lavigne.
Bangkok. Barack Obama. Benjamin Netanyahu. Bruce Willis.
Charles Darwin. The Chinese New Year. Cristiano Ronaldo.
Dalai Lama. Darfur.
Earth Day. Edgar Allan Poe. Earthquake. European Union. Euro Vision Song Contest.
FC Barcelona. Friday the 13th
gas dispute. Gaza Strip. Gazprom. Global warming. Guinea-Bissau.
Hillary Clinton. HTC Magic. Hubble. Hugo Chavez.
India. International Film Festival of Cannes. Iran. Iceland.
Jay Leno. Jennifer Hudson. John Travolta.
Kate Hudson. Kate Winslet. King Tiger.
Lindsay Lohan.
Madagascar. Madonna. Malawi. Michael Jackson. Moldawien. Morgan Tsvangirai.
NASA. NATO. Nintendo DSi. Nordkorea.
Ostern. Österreich.
Papst Benedikt XVI. Pinguin. Pirat. Platz des himmlischen Friedens.
Rafael Nadal.
Satellit. Schmetterling. Schneesturm. Schweinegrippe. Shuttle. Slumdog Millionär. Somalia. Somalische Piraten. Sonnenuntergang. Sri Lanka. Susan Boyle.
Teheran. Terminator: Die Erlösung. The Pirate Bay.
Valentinstag. Vulkanausbruch in Alaska.
Waldbrände in Australien. Watchmen. Wimbledon. Winnenden. Winter. Wolverine.
Annual Academy Awards. Afghanistan. Air France. Android smartphone. Avril Lavigne.
Bangkok. Barack Obama. Benjamin Netanyahu. Bruce Willis.
Charles Darwin. The Chinese New Year. Cristiano Ronaldo.
Dalai Lama. Darfur.
Earth Day. Edgar Allan Poe. Earthquake. European Union. Euro Vision Song Contest.
FC Barcelona. Friday the 13th
gas dispute. Gaza Strip. Gazprom. Global warming. Guinea-Bissau.
Hillary Clinton. HTC Magic. Hubble. Hugo Chavez.
India. International Film Festival of Cannes. Iran. Iceland.
Jay Leno. Jennifer Hudson. John Travolta.
Kate Hudson. Kate Winslet. King Tiger.
Lindsay Lohan.
Madagascar. Madonna. Malawi. Michael Jackson. Moldawien. Morgan Tsvangirai.
NASA. NATO. Nintendo DSi. Nordkorea.
Ostern. Österreich.
Papst Benedikt XVI. Pinguin. Pirat. Platz des himmlischen Friedens.
Rafael Nadal.
Satellit. Schmetterling. Schneesturm. Schweinegrippe. Shuttle. Slumdog Millionär. Somalia. Somalische Piraten. Sonnenuntergang. Sri Lanka. Susan Boyle.
Teheran. Terminator: Die Erlösung. The Pirate Bay.
Valentinstag. Vulkanausbruch in Alaska.
Waldbrände in Australien. Watchmen. Wimbledon. Winnenden. Winter. Wolverine.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Ap Bio Lab Eight Evolution
Life, a free play
Ich stand morgens auf und hatte schon keine Lust mehr auf den Rest des Tages. Im Briefkasten fand sich nichts als Reklame. Ein Herrenausstatter wollte mir tuntige Klamotten aufschwatzen, in Ätzfarben like purple and pink. Later I had to
in the city. All roads lead to me it was as if the metrosexual man living close to today's extreme gay and not just in the metro. Speaking of public transport in Cologne: the train is not larger, but only the tunnel. Glimpse of Nothingness, knowledge of everything.
so heavy I felt for years no longer apply. I had the right time to stylish resignation as early as several weeks missed? That would be a pity. But not to change. Finally, you never say one, that you shall cease as long as does the charcoal. Mick Jagger can rattle you a thing or two. And very few do it out pure love of the game, as it was: Andre the Giant. The stop was just like in the ring. Even when he was in pain could barely move. Rest in peace, gentle giant.
that as it may, in addition to yours truly this week are also still under threat of extinction of species: the sea turtle, the Sumatran orang-utan, the African elephant, the Indian rhinoceros and the German Mittelstand.
Before it was too dark at night in order to detect anything more, I put in the sheen of the last daylight or a quick list of things to which I would necessarily do in the summer holidays. At the top of this: build a coffin, inside which there is a pinball machine, with lots of LEDs and Ramps and flashing lights. Life, a free game.
Ich stand morgens auf und hatte schon keine Lust mehr auf den Rest des Tages. Im Briefkasten fand sich nichts als Reklame. Ein Herrenausstatter wollte mir tuntige Klamotten aufschwatzen, in Ätzfarben like purple and pink. Later I had to
in the city. All roads lead to me it was as if the metrosexual man living close to today's extreme gay and not just in the metro. Speaking of public transport in Cologne: the train is not larger, but only the tunnel. Glimpse of Nothingness, knowledge of everything.
so heavy I felt for years no longer apply. I had the right time to stylish resignation as early as several weeks missed? That would be a pity. But not to change. Finally, you never say one, that you shall cease as long as does the charcoal. Mick Jagger can rattle you a thing or two. And very few do it out pure love of the game, as it was: Andre the Giant. The stop was just like in the ring. Even when he was in pain could barely move. Rest in peace, gentle giant.
that as it may, in addition to yours truly this week are also still under threat of extinction of species: the sea turtle, the Sumatran orang-utan, the African elephant, the Indian rhinoceros and the German Mittelstand.
Before it was too dark at night in order to detect anything more, I put in the sheen of the last daylight or a quick list of things to which I would necessarily do in the summer holidays. At the top of this: build a coffin, inside which there is a pinball machine, with lots of LEDs and Ramps and flashing lights. Life, a free game.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Lab Difussion And Osmosis Answers
collection agency Sivkovic
Oh, so you've heard, I had a really tough guy? Well, let me say this: In order to roll the cheese to the station's last.
But you are right: I'm really quite a bad finger. Oh, yes. I better not encountered in a dark alley. Hihi.
My second first name is the way Fubak. This is Serbian or so and stands for: very angry fully get their ass. And that's what you have if you give me even more outrageous asking questions.
years I am now already active in this beautiful collection agency. Who does not want to pay must feel, that was immer so. Und was die Auftragslage angeht, können wir uns echt nicht beklagen.
Mein Chef, Keule Eminenz, der wo da drüben am Mahagonischreibtisch sitzt, jener mit dem Goldzahn im Gebälk, der lächelt eigentlich den ganzen Tag vor sich hin, auch wenn er total mies drauf ist. Diese Grinserei kann einem auf die Nerven gehen, muß aber nicht. Das ist eben seine Vorstellung von einem Pokerface. Und vielleicht hat der Chef ja auch einen an der Knolle, weil er immer lächelt, kann schon sein. Das sagst du aber besser nicht zu laut, wenn er in der Nähe ist, denn sonst gibt es mächtig Ärger. Plus Knochenbrüche, und die nicht zu knapp.
Ansonsten laufen die Geschäfte wirklich gut. Sieht man doch schon an Chefchens Porsche, right? Sure, some may be objected inquisitive, we ham likes: Looks like a dog licked cake and goes so ne big carriage. But the more you keep for yourself, you narrow-Rambo, if you value your life is lousy.
we come now to the main attraction of the evening - to me! The ladies' man, where I am seen, scary good and also aware of its effect in the female part of the audience. Where two or three young women sitting together in mini-skirts, and I go there by casual, but the waiter behind the first time lay underneath the pickup, I tell you.
Huh? What are you saying? I and vulgar? Take care of me, boy, or was your last sign of life before bagging in the ballot box. I have that is quite different caliber umgenietet than you.
Only recently told my boss that there was trouble with the Croats. They that have such a meeting in the back room of their travel agents, illegal gambling casino, poker and stuff like that, you do not have to know more, believe me, is healthier, the less you know, the better for you. Well anyway boss asked me if I needed help for the job, there are probably about fifteen men in the cave gamblers. Then only I so dismissive with a smile: What? Fifteen characters? I do standing on the stairs. And it did.
Any other questions, you Flitzpiepe?
Oh, so you've heard, I had a really tough guy? Well, let me say this: In order to roll the cheese to the station's last.
But you are right: I'm really quite a bad finger. Oh, yes. I better not encountered in a dark alley. Hihi.
My second first name is the way Fubak. This is Serbian or so and stands for: very angry fully get their ass. And that's what you have if you give me even more outrageous asking questions.
years I am now already active in this beautiful collection agency. Who does not want to pay must feel, that was immer so. Und was die Auftragslage angeht, können wir uns echt nicht beklagen.
Mein Chef, Keule Eminenz, der wo da drüben am Mahagonischreibtisch sitzt, jener mit dem Goldzahn im Gebälk, der lächelt eigentlich den ganzen Tag vor sich hin, auch wenn er total mies drauf ist. Diese Grinserei kann einem auf die Nerven gehen, muß aber nicht. Das ist eben seine Vorstellung von einem Pokerface. Und vielleicht hat der Chef ja auch einen an der Knolle, weil er immer lächelt, kann schon sein. Das sagst du aber besser nicht zu laut, wenn er in der Nähe ist, denn sonst gibt es mächtig Ärger. Plus Knochenbrüche, und die nicht zu knapp.
Ansonsten laufen die Geschäfte wirklich gut. Sieht man doch schon an Chefchens Porsche, right? Sure, some may be objected inquisitive, we ham likes: Looks like a dog licked cake and goes so ne big carriage. But the more you keep for yourself, you narrow-Rambo, if you value your life is lousy.
we come now to the main attraction of the evening - to me! The ladies' man, where I am seen, scary good and also aware of its effect in the female part of the audience. Where two or three young women sitting together in mini-skirts, and I go there by casual, but the waiter behind the first time lay underneath the pickup, I tell you.
Huh? What are you saying? I and vulgar? Take care of me, boy, or was your last sign of life before bagging in the ballot box. I have that is quite different caliber umgenietet than you.
Only recently told my boss that there was trouble with the Croats. They that have such a meeting in the back room of their travel agents, illegal gambling casino, poker and stuff like that, you do not have to know more, believe me, is healthier, the less you know, the better for you. Well anyway boss asked me if I needed help for the job, there are probably about fifteen men in the cave gamblers. Then only I so dismissive with a smile: What? Fifteen characters? I do standing on the stairs. And it did.
Any other questions, you Flitzpiepe?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Zippo Loses Fuel Quickly
visit, a curse, a red cloth
A woman had joined me. Before, I had once been entirely happy, but there was this common weekend me and us down completely by the rest
Instead up to me I absolutely had to pick up from Central Station. I hate this shitty but the mainline station, no one is because it is in the desert and the common, glass and steel become wet dream of Mr Schröder, Mehdorn and Albert Speer represents. Tempelhof is a damn about it, and even the disgusting Potsdamer Platz was only the prelude to this total abomination. A steel beam falls to Knut. Sorry. Not. Germania 2000, we come to the home realm. Reich would be in a home to me prefer, but on the level of care I can wait a long time.
evening they dragged me to a concert. I hate concerts. In general, music. I had given her a hundred times that I like to hear nothing, silence. But here now: the absence of everything beautiful. Verrockte art students, without washing her hair over ear, and without a groove, both before and on the stage. Not to distinguish who spends his money and what it is pocketed. The total uniformity within the target, strained individuation. Hitler Youth, here I come!
Then they wanted to cook. With me! With me is not cooked. My kitchen is a showpiece, not ready for that has become Project by Martin Kippenberger. Pots and pans, inch-thick as pre-Christmas with powdered sugar from soft maternal house dust covered, are only for pure fun in the cupboards. Me dirty the whole place, the mood anyway. The stench of the mixed, not enjoyed glutton I will probably have to endure for weeks, despite Dauerlüftens into the Berlin summer air.
night she lay beside me in bed, sweating heavily and rattled my ears full of messy. Not even for an adult snoring it was enough in this warm person. I felt like a Milanese salami, which was thrown into a cold, drafty hallway.
When she finally verschwand, war ich erleichtert und trat ihr zum Dank für die Abreise auf der Feuertreppe von hinten mit Schmackes ins Kreuz. Auf die Idee, ihr auch noch das Paket mit ihrem vermaledeiten Rotbuschtee an den Kopf zu pfeffern, kam ich leider erst, als sie bereits wieder tief im Westen versunken war.
A woman had joined me. Before, I had once been entirely happy, but there was this common weekend me and us down completely by the rest
Instead up to me I absolutely had to pick up from Central Station. I hate this shitty but the mainline station, no one is because it is in the desert and the common, glass and steel become wet dream of Mr Schröder, Mehdorn and Albert Speer represents. Tempelhof is a damn about it, and even the disgusting Potsdamer Platz was only the prelude to this total abomination. A steel beam falls to Knut. Sorry. Not. Germania 2000, we come to the home realm. Reich would be in a home to me prefer, but on the level of care I can wait a long time.
evening they dragged me to a concert. I hate concerts. In general, music. I had given her a hundred times that I like to hear nothing, silence. But here now: the absence of everything beautiful. Verrockte art students, without washing her hair over ear, and without a groove, both before and on the stage. Not to distinguish who spends his money and what it is pocketed. The total uniformity within the target, strained individuation. Hitler Youth, here I come!
Then they wanted to cook. With me! With me is not cooked. My kitchen is a showpiece, not ready for that has become Project by Martin Kippenberger. Pots and pans, inch-thick as pre-Christmas with powdered sugar from soft maternal house dust covered, are only for pure fun in the cupboards. Me dirty the whole place, the mood anyway. The stench of the mixed, not enjoyed glutton I will probably have to endure for weeks, despite Dauerlüftens into the Berlin summer air.
night she lay beside me in bed, sweating heavily and rattled my ears full of messy. Not even for an adult snoring it was enough in this warm person. I felt like a Milanese salami, which was thrown into a cold, drafty hallway.
When she finally verschwand, war ich erleichtert und trat ihr zum Dank für die Abreise auf der Feuertreppe von hinten mit Schmackes ins Kreuz. Auf die Idee, ihr auch noch das Paket mit ihrem vermaledeiten Rotbuschtee an den Kopf zu pfeffern, kam ich leider erst, als sie bereits wieder tief im Westen versunken war.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Method Used To Extract Hydrogen From Water
Eichelsheim, in love with a bomb speaks around his neck
In der Kneipe an der Ecke sprach mich unaufgefordert so ein besoffenes Arschloch von der Seite an.
Ohne, daß es mich sonderlich interessiert hätte, stellte er sich als Hans Martin Eichelheimer vor. Um gleich darauf ungefragt seine politischen Überzeugungen vor mir auszubreiten.
Deutschland, so hob er an, braucht unbedingt die Atombombe. Das ist einfach Fakt! Ich meine, Peter Scholl-Latour sagt das auch. Und who has known always right. Also, I would feel much safer back then, when I go in the future at a red light or evenings drunk with my car ride home. We are here finally, not welfare.
Then he stared for a moment dull in his beer glass before him, but something seemed to invade Clever. His brainwave was as follows: And somehow we have to protect us from this whole world finally Kaffirs. This Achmadingsda in Iran, but now is us dancing around on the head, as it suits him. Or the loony from Korea. These brothers get there at just with hardness. It must be the shock, do not pat. The Time to make friends? Do not make me laugh!
After he had pushed just behind closed doors, acorn Heimer conjured a complicated gesture with a kind of form from the inner pocket of his greasy jacket.
He told me: I have already prepared what. That's kind of a petition for the Bundestag. I am collecting signatures so that the fine gentlemen folk transgressors, ha-ha, I always say, instead of elected officials, understand? Thus, the time to rethink. Because we need the bomb anyway.
So, with these words he pulled out even a pen, simply the best times here quickly signed and supported our common concern. Their children and grandchildren are thank you for it later.
Sorry, I was saying to Eichelsheim, that sounds interesting, but I have time just go to the bathroom. Be right back.
The bathroom window was pretty tight, but somehow it went yet. Quickly forced up and down on the backyard. The next time I drink at home again.
In der Kneipe an der Ecke sprach mich unaufgefordert so ein besoffenes Arschloch von der Seite an.
Ohne, daß es mich sonderlich interessiert hätte, stellte er sich als Hans Martin Eichelheimer vor. Um gleich darauf ungefragt seine politischen Überzeugungen vor mir auszubreiten.
Deutschland, so hob er an, braucht unbedingt die Atombombe. Das ist einfach Fakt! Ich meine, Peter Scholl-Latour sagt das auch. Und who has known always right. Also, I would feel much safer back then, when I go in the future at a red light or evenings drunk with my car ride home. We are here finally, not welfare.
Then he stared for a moment dull in his beer glass before him, but something seemed to invade Clever. His brainwave was as follows: And somehow we have to protect us from this whole world finally Kaffirs. This Achmadingsda in Iran, but now is us dancing around on the head, as it suits him. Or the loony from Korea. These brothers get there at just with hardness. It must be the shock, do not pat. The Time to make friends? Do not make me laugh!
After he had pushed just behind closed doors, acorn Heimer conjured a complicated gesture with a kind of form from the inner pocket of his greasy jacket.
He told me: I have already prepared what. That's kind of a petition for the Bundestag. I am collecting signatures so that the fine gentlemen folk transgressors, ha-ha, I always say, instead of elected officials, understand? Thus, the time to rethink. Because we need the bomb anyway.
So, with these words he pulled out even a pen, simply the best times here quickly signed and supported our common concern. Their children and grandchildren are thank you for it later.
Sorry, I was saying to Eichelsheim, that sounds interesting, but I have time just go to the bathroom. Be right back.
The bathroom window was pretty tight, but somehow it went yet. Quickly forced up and down on the backyard. The next time I drink at home again.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I Have The Chills, Ear Pain And Swollen Glands
An open word among friends
Good day. My name is Angela Merkel. You never see me smile, but I have big breasts.
would you want to run not walk a mile in my moccasins. My life would be too hard for you, you bootblack.
I was born in East Germany. The big city is enticing with its splendor, with beautiful women, with music and dance. But appearances, the trügt. Deshalb blieb ich in der Provinz und studierte Physik.
Dann lernte ich meinen Mann kennen. Er gewann mein Herz, als er mir folgenden Rat mit auf den Weg gab: Angela, sagte er, schlage nie deine angehende Schwiegermutter mit einer Schaufel nieder. Es könnte einen Schatten auf die zukünftige Ehe werfen. Sowieso ist, den eigenen Leidenschaften nachzugeben, die größte Form der Sklaverei.
Beim Millennium hatte ich richtig Angst um meine Daten. Ich hatte eine 20-Megabyte-Festplatte, da paßte eine Menge drauf. Zum Glück ist dann doch alles gutgegangen.
Auch ist nicht jeder Mensch ein Ferkel. Die kruden Andeutungen im Neuen Testament, daß da vielleicht was mit Maria Magdalena hätte gewesen sein können, one can understand that is also the case that has been here at all. Jesus dude was tippitoppi.
And now it is still Buddhist, because two people never read the same book. Just as one can never step twice into the same river. Now I would like
song People still short, and if I may say that my bunny and I go eat dinner like once a Chinese restaurant Mykonos. And today you can
learn something, dear Germans. This time, what is going on with the acronym "RAF" on itself. This stands for: pedestrian right attention. This was a group that caused a furor for thirty years, and also tended always such a bit of fanaticism. Who made such faxes came in the trunk.
Thanks for the undivided attention. Wishing you your Chancellor.
Good day. My name is Angela Merkel. You never see me smile, but I have big breasts.
would you want to run not walk a mile in my moccasins. My life would be too hard for you, you bootblack.
I was born in East Germany. The big city is enticing with its splendor, with beautiful women, with music and dance. But appearances, the trügt. Deshalb blieb ich in der Provinz und studierte Physik.
Dann lernte ich meinen Mann kennen. Er gewann mein Herz, als er mir folgenden Rat mit auf den Weg gab: Angela, sagte er, schlage nie deine angehende Schwiegermutter mit einer Schaufel nieder. Es könnte einen Schatten auf die zukünftige Ehe werfen. Sowieso ist, den eigenen Leidenschaften nachzugeben, die größte Form der Sklaverei.
Beim Millennium hatte ich richtig Angst um meine Daten. Ich hatte eine 20-Megabyte-Festplatte, da paßte eine Menge drauf. Zum Glück ist dann doch alles gutgegangen.
Auch ist nicht jeder Mensch ein Ferkel. Die kruden Andeutungen im Neuen Testament, daß da vielleicht was mit Maria Magdalena hätte gewesen sein können, one can understand that is also the case that has been here at all. Jesus dude was tippitoppi.
And now it is still Buddhist, because two people never read the same book. Just as one can never step twice into the same river. Now I would like
song People still short, and if I may say that my bunny and I go eat dinner like once a Chinese restaurant Mykonos. And today you can
learn something, dear Germans. This time, what is going on with the acronym "RAF" on itself. This stands for: pedestrian right attention. This was a group that caused a furor for thirty years, and also tended always such a bit of fanaticism. Who made such faxes came in the trunk.
Thanks for the undivided attention. Wishing you your Chancellor.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Does Plan B Make You Have To Pee Alot
Wortpest
Adorno. AIDS. Worship. Anne of the Prelude. Unemployment. Aristotle. Asthma. Exploitation. Tapeworm. Sermon on the Mount. Touches. Lack of exercise. Ham sausage. Flowers in their hair. Bossa Nova. Brother. Calypso. Caren Miosga. The houseboat of the Kelly Family. Democracy. Thinking, but abstract. Germany. Dictatorship. Drug use. Duels. Loneliness. Polar bears. Finals. Disinheritance. Seriously. Blackmail. Fucking. Flat picture tubes. Free beer. Prisoners. Feelings. History. Ghosts. Violence. Faith. Global Player. Grill tomatoes. Holy Thursday. Hand relaxed. Heavy Metal. Integration. Jesus. Caries. Catechism. Chewing tobacco. Brawl. Child sex. Kippenberger. Kleptomania. Knut. Heaviness. Head lice. Creativity. Kreuzberg. Leather and latex. Lisa Plenske. Wage tax. Lies. Girls. Management. Manipulation. Marketing. Masochism. MC Hammer. Lives. Misanthropy. Mobility. Bullying. Moers. Murder. Motorcycle theft. Natural materials. Neuss. Environmental tax. Onan the destroyer. Oral sex. Petting. Horse apples. Popeye. Princess. Programming. Projection. Prostitution. Quality. Marginalized. Rock 'n' Roll. Satanism. Crappy Internet. Schizophrenia. Sister. Suicide. Single Travel. Social competence. Fun. Sperm. Spinach. Sportsmanship. Save energy. Suff tactics. Tango. Tao. Wage settlements. Animal porn with plot. Animal welfare. Troop withdrawal. Oppression. Impoverishment. Dumbing down. Seduction. Prevention. Vitamin B. web design. Science. Wurstfest. Braces. Moral courage. Angry zebra with cysts on the cedars. Allow. Cooperation.
Adorno. AIDS. Worship. Anne of the Prelude. Unemployment. Aristotle. Asthma. Exploitation. Tapeworm. Sermon on the Mount. Touches. Lack of exercise. Ham sausage. Flowers in their hair. Bossa Nova. Brother. Calypso. Caren Miosga. The houseboat of the Kelly Family. Democracy. Thinking, but abstract. Germany. Dictatorship. Drug use. Duels. Loneliness. Polar bears. Finals. Disinheritance. Seriously. Blackmail. Fucking. Flat picture tubes. Free beer. Prisoners. Feelings. History. Ghosts. Violence. Faith. Global Player. Grill tomatoes. Holy Thursday. Hand relaxed. Heavy Metal. Integration. Jesus. Caries. Catechism. Chewing tobacco. Brawl. Child sex. Kippenberger. Kleptomania. Knut. Heaviness. Head lice. Creativity. Kreuzberg. Leather and latex. Lisa Plenske. Wage tax. Lies. Girls. Management. Manipulation. Marketing. Masochism. MC Hammer. Lives. Misanthropy. Mobility. Bullying. Moers. Murder. Motorcycle theft. Natural materials. Neuss. Environmental tax. Onan the destroyer. Oral sex. Petting. Horse apples. Popeye. Princess. Programming. Projection. Prostitution. Quality. Marginalized. Rock 'n' Roll. Satanism. Crappy Internet. Schizophrenia. Sister. Suicide. Single Travel. Social competence. Fun. Sperm. Spinach. Sportsmanship. Save energy. Suff tactics. Tango. Tao. Wage settlements. Animal porn with plot. Animal welfare. Troop withdrawal. Oppression. Impoverishment. Dumbing down. Seduction. Prevention. Vitamin B. web design. Science. Wurstfest. Braces. Moral courage. Angry zebra with cysts on the cedars. Allow. Cooperation.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Creamy Cervical Mucus After Implantation
Electric howling XII
epilogue.
obituary.
Nepomuk.
sense and life are in books.
And yet it can get at them no.
It was just just a moment ago.
It was long ago.
It will take years to survive this loss.
senseless I let myself, driven by the cold, drifting across the aisles.
In the end, their purity but worthless.
What is better?
Be silent or rage?
The ants among us, obeying their own intelligence, would never face such a question.
And yet it is there and always will be.
What was once told, can not be taken out of the world.
It is absurd to fall in love with a girl like you.
And yet I had time to do the silvery trout, nothing better than just that
I imagined what it would be like if you and I could be self-sufficient fruit.
You work all around me.
I penetrate into you. Together
would you, as the laboring night as an absolute way.
It would also work but can.
Sogar den Namen unserer eingeborenen Tochter hatte ich mir schon zurechtgelegt.
Anjuscha.
Immerdar wird mir deine Reinheit vor Augen stehen.
Wie der Balken, den Jesus nicht herausbekam.
Der immer wieder neue Splitter trieb.
Keine Früchte brachte.
Und selbst die Götter bleiben fern.
Karwoche.
Halleluja.
epilogue.
obituary.
Nepomuk.
sense and life are in books.
And yet it can get at them no.
It was just just a moment ago.
It was long ago.
It will take years to survive this loss.
senseless I let myself, driven by the cold, drifting across the aisles.
In the end, their purity but worthless.
What is better?
Be silent or rage?
The ants among us, obeying their own intelligence, would never face such a question.
And yet it is there and always will be.
What was once told, can not be taken out of the world.
It is absurd to fall in love with a girl like you.
And yet I had time to do the silvery trout, nothing better than just that
I imagined what it would be like if you and I could be self-sufficient fruit.
You work all around me.
I penetrate into you. Together
would you, as the laboring night as an absolute way.
It would also work but can.
Sogar den Namen unserer eingeborenen Tochter hatte ich mir schon zurechtgelegt.
Anjuscha.
Immerdar wird mir deine Reinheit vor Augen stehen.
Wie der Balken, den Jesus nicht herausbekam.
Der immer wieder neue Splitter trieb.
Keine Früchte brachte.
Und selbst die Götter bleiben fern.
Karwoche.
Halleluja.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Megtal Thing Used On Face In Boxing
Electric howl howl X
Mein aufgekratzter Hüftspeck füllte die gesamte Umgebung aus.
Ich wartete auf den Schnee, der mich unsichtbar werden läßt.
Der mich verbirgt.
Wie eine abgenagte, von zu vielen morschen Tränen zerfressene Decke, die ein alter Freund höhnisch mit dir teilen würde.
Die Wege und Umwege der Liebe sind manchmal schwer to describe. And yet they seem to
us the only path to be where it is still worthwhile, convert.
also the compassion is not as fast to get small.
Self-way streets lead but to go somewhere. When I finally let go
, the scarecrow on the field only briefly rattled his teeth.
It was quite cold for this time of year. Unusual
had quickly we found two back to our habits.
your good intentions for next year is hooked on to you.
They accompanied up to the front door. There they sat
you up.
the whole time I was trying to stay upright. But in the end
could ultimately only to crawl.
Matt, cool, calm and sober now, I also went to the only way I could still tread with impunity.
herüberschlängelte When the expressway, the first motorized noise of the early commuters to me, I reached the threshold.
I was back in the hospital.
Mein aufgekratzter Hüftspeck füllte die gesamte Umgebung aus.
Ich wartete auf den Schnee, der mich unsichtbar werden läßt.
Der mich verbirgt.
Wie eine abgenagte, von zu vielen morschen Tränen zerfressene Decke, die ein alter Freund höhnisch mit dir teilen würde.
Die Wege und Umwege der Liebe sind manchmal schwer to describe. And yet they seem to
us the only path to be where it is still worthwhile, convert.
also the compassion is not as fast to get small.
Self-way streets lead but to go somewhere. When I finally let go
, the scarecrow on the field only briefly rattled his teeth.
It was quite cold for this time of year. Unusual
had quickly we found two back to our habits.
your good intentions for next year is hooked on to you.
They accompanied up to the front door. There they sat
you up.
the whole time I was trying to stay upright. But in the end
could ultimately only to crawl.
Matt, cool, calm and sober now, I also went to the only way I could still tread with impunity.
herüberschlängelte When the expressway, the first motorized noise of the early commuters to me, I reached the threshold.
I was back in the hospital.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Having Blood Drawn Cholesterol
XI
Thoughtfully I scratch together the greasy tofu sausages.
thoughts shoot out of the railway tunnel, which has previously been my forehead.
The Lord of the bars came back from the library.
cried And from the fact that he lost his passport on the road.
The idea to apply for a new or simply go in the future the police out of the way, he did not come.
fatigues was our farewell to him, no one was.
And yet met this human stain rather wish our emotional weight than the half-hearted attempts to save, in my mind already played a long time, ever could have.
The first dawn destroyed all our dreams.
But your hopes were left to you, because you had never placed in me. I woke up and improvised
breakfast.
The popcorn with Tabasco was not enough long.
stuffing and up to unconsciousness with the rest of vegetarian holiday roast, we were too boring in the long run.
Sun choked you up a final pellets.
And I went into the first step in a new ignorance.
The void at the camp fire broke up in smoke.
fog of disbelief rose up to heaven of our discontent.
The negligence, which we had always exposed, called in this morning hot-tempered its first victim.
With bribes, it was not done. The tribute to
customs border should be significantly higher.
My flesh and my blood I will keep well.
The rest, however, that counts, it actually:
my soul.
My thoughts.
the list of bulk purchases.
And my love.
All this will forever now you carry around with you.
Thoughtfully I scratch together the greasy tofu sausages.
thoughts shoot out of the railway tunnel, which has previously been my forehead.
The Lord of the bars came back from the library.
cried And from the fact that he lost his passport on the road.
The idea to apply for a new or simply go in the future the police out of the way, he did not come.
fatigues was our farewell to him, no one was.
And yet met this human stain rather wish our emotional weight than the half-hearted attempts to save, in my mind already played a long time, ever could have.
The first dawn destroyed all our dreams.
But your hopes were left to you, because you had never placed in me. I woke up and improvised
breakfast.
The popcorn with Tabasco was not enough long.
stuffing and up to unconsciousness with the rest of vegetarian holiday roast, we were too boring in the long run.
Sun choked you up a final pellets.
And I went into the first step in a new ignorance.
The void at the camp fire broke up in smoke.
fog of disbelief rose up to heaven of our discontent.
The negligence, which we had always exposed, called in this morning hot-tempered its first victim.
With bribes, it was not done. The tribute to
customs border should be significantly higher.
My flesh and my blood I will keep well.
The rest, however, that counts, it actually:
my soul.
My thoughts.
the list of bulk purchases.
And my love.
All this will forever now you carry around with you.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Why Couldmy Hemo Globin Be Slightly High
Electric Electric Electric howl howl
The chlorine I opened my eyes and wet my blessed memories.
would be wiped out at all.
did everything as it was.
Nothing had changed.
You were still beautiful and I'm still in love.
to dance but you would now have to ask someone else.
You will not be left alone for long. For that you
're not the type.
The wind hovered around one more time reluctantly dying embers of the campfire. And I thought
nostalgic for the place above the stream.
Where I carved you a pirate.
Another time you were going to release me.
But fairly quickly I realized that even you were just a kitty of many.
On the glaciated heart could figure skating great.
The dead-hair stood on end.
crackled in the valley there researching wireless.
History is always old.
Yet again and again. The
pleased the reader, but tired in the long run the chronicler.
palindromes do not take into consideration.
And smarter one is always running.
for the latest admission to hospital.
If they put you on a diet and taking drugs.
will appear much more, as painful as it was.
And you forget the feeling you had.
When you came to the actual series and really had to have the ball.
The chlorine I opened my eyes and wet my blessed memories.
would be wiped out at all.
did everything as it was.
Nothing had changed.
You were still beautiful and I'm still in love.
to dance but you would now have to ask someone else.
You will not be left alone for long. For that you
're not the type.
The wind hovered around one more time reluctantly dying embers of the campfire. And I thought
nostalgic for the place above the stream.
Where I carved you a pirate.
Another time you were going to release me.
But fairly quickly I realized that even you were just a kitty of many.
On the glaciated heart could figure skating great.
The dead-hair stood on end.
crackled in the valley there researching wireless.
History is always old.
Yet again and again. The
pleased the reader, but tired in the long run the chronicler.
palindromes do not take into consideration.
And smarter one is always running.
for the latest admission to hospital.
If they put you on a diet and taking drugs.
will appear much more, as painful as it was.
And you forget the feeling you had.
When you came to the actual series and really had to have the ball.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
What Is The Highest Triglycerides Level
IX VIII
just behind the sewage plant, they tricked me out one more time.
The lilac rain wetted my eyelids and cleaned free of charge our sweaty towels.
I vowed never again to crack jokes about frilly blouses.
And You looked like a disheveled car tires.
And I felt like a breath of fresh pancakes.
The yellow jersey of hopelessness was torn.
Only the fiery fragments of the Norwegian sweater kept us warm.
The dark hours longer than it appeared to me a foregone days each could have been.
betrayal.
fraud.
migraine.
toothache.
changed and diapers. Together, they stood silently
wayside. And incidentally
thought of our indifference. The energetic
rest mobbed the storm.
He was not willing to open up to her.
At that moment I felt that even many men would come into your life.
But not one of them could ever get out again your heart out of the trash can.
what is not broken, is still good, so they say.
And a skin-tight red swimsuit can hide many a scar.
of all this is believed by those who are firm, which also are otherwise always wrong.
With their assumptions and cunning little secrets.
just behind the sewage plant, they tricked me out one more time.
The lilac rain wetted my eyelids and cleaned free of charge our sweaty towels.
I vowed never again to crack jokes about frilly blouses.
And You looked like a disheveled car tires.
And I felt like a breath of fresh pancakes.
The yellow jersey of hopelessness was torn.
Only the fiery fragments of the Norwegian sweater kept us warm.
The dark hours longer than it appeared to me a foregone days each could have been.
betrayal.
fraud.
migraine.
toothache.
changed and diapers. Together, they stood silently
wayside. And incidentally
thought of our indifference. The energetic
rest mobbed the storm.
He was not willing to open up to her.
At that moment I felt that even many men would come into your life.
But not one of them could ever get out again your heart out of the trash can.
what is not broken, is still good, so they say.
And a skin-tight red swimsuit can hide many a scar.
of all this is believed by those who are firm, which also are otherwise always wrong.
With their assumptions and cunning little secrets.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Sidekick Lx Water Damage Indicators
Electric howling VII
Fordernd blinkt das Licht des Anrufbeantworters vor sich hin.
Und ich spüre bereits, daß es keinen Unterschied macht, ob man sich jetzt mit Nägeln oder gleich mit Worten verletzt.
Zaghaft streife ich deinen Seidenschal.
Und trommle mit meinen Fäusten gegen die alte Tapete, der das nichts ausmacht.
Durch den Regen zu laufen ist ab sofort keine romantische Herausforderung mehr.
Es stellt allein eine offene Herausforderung zum Bronchialkrebs dar.
Der fleißige Konjunktiv mag da bekochen, wen er will.
Hier aber wird er bloß noch erkaltete Tatsachen vorfinden.
Vergreiste griechische Wandteppiche kratzen sich dabei die altklugen Flusen aus dem Pelz.
Lange Haare of you are found not in it.
In the bend of the wild river had then tried paparazzi to shoot us.
you just missed their target only.
escaped from this horror, we found the old log cabin on a blind master of militant Amazons.
In her curly hairstyles already caught the moths.
with such complications have been expected even to the researchers.
We were silent, and we were thinking of chest hair that curl like bitches in heat in the wind.
still better than bleached sirens, which can not stop crying.
The revolution would have to wait a little for us.
also fiddle had the little girl in me could not placate there.
My upper part had to be ironed again urgently.
Fordernd blinkt das Licht des Anrufbeantworters vor sich hin.
Und ich spüre bereits, daß es keinen Unterschied macht, ob man sich jetzt mit Nägeln oder gleich mit Worten verletzt.
Zaghaft streife ich deinen Seidenschal.
Und trommle mit meinen Fäusten gegen die alte Tapete, der das nichts ausmacht.
Durch den Regen zu laufen ist ab sofort keine romantische Herausforderung mehr.
Es stellt allein eine offene Herausforderung zum Bronchialkrebs dar.
Der fleißige Konjunktiv mag da bekochen, wen er will.
Hier aber wird er bloß noch erkaltete Tatsachen vorfinden.
Vergreiste griechische Wandteppiche kratzen sich dabei die altklugen Flusen aus dem Pelz.
Lange Haare of you are found not in it.
In the bend of the wild river had then tried paparazzi to shoot us.
you just missed their target only.
escaped from this horror, we found the old log cabin on a blind master of militant Amazons.
In her curly hairstyles already caught the moths.
with such complications have been expected even to the researchers.
We were silent, and we were thinking of chest hair that curl like bitches in heat in the wind.
still better than bleached sirens, which can not stop crying.
The revolution would have to wait a little for us.
also fiddle had the little girl in me could not placate there.
My upper part had to be ironed again urgently.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
How To Make A Graphic On A Fingerboard
barrel just over $ 35
oil prices were back to clear. At a refueling point.
oil prices were back to clear. At a refueling point.
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