We turn the medal
The sun terrific strip throw through the blinds, and my heart feels touched quite at
... Weiss: Since you work and work, plowing as a horse and lets the Kreativometer hum, experienced all the highs and lows of creativity and suddenly: there is we finished with the work.
Well, maybe not completely finished, but thought it much closer to completion than I do. I burned recently, but times for fun, everybody already produced songs to a CD and as I entered the number 74:45 with thick winter boots in the face. Gottohgott, only five minutes more space? All the things I wanted to pack an even more because in this case made of heavy music! Too late, past when there is a sign: we must stay outside. Bye, her intrusive ideas and designs, the boat is full, we will meet again in six months. See again.
now only remains for me to write a prelude and anything conclusive. Furthermore, the guest musicians are also still included all here and there a little shriek and roar ... And the book is bit behind, just like the artwork, so here that is still hidden behind the next corner holds innovation. Let the thick Klos be eaten: the side dishes are still on the plate. plenty to do for the next few months also.
And there's a book. I forgot it in the list of gifts. If ye can, then please read "The Book Thief" by Zusak Martin. Even death has a heart.
Black: The irrepressible rage against so many things. Against fate, against my spiritual and the material Immune system against the stupidity of the Offenbach management and infrastructure, against past and future, against stupid ramblings of people who consider themselves Klug and at best a bit shrewd, against the garden Nazi, against false friends and promises, against women is the only socially though they may also desire. smash smashing, and I want to break up all that blow with a single act of will in the big bang back, and above all myself
ignorance is no shame. Ignorance coupled with arrogance, however, is a sin.
