rose thorn @ 2010-02-15T09: 59:00
"Westerwelle had warned in the debate about the level of the Hartz-IV-payments, who promise the people of effortless wealth, invite too late Roman decadence. Alluding to said Geissler, the late Roman decadence had passed, among other things that the Emperor Caligula had appointed a donkey to the Consul. "
YESSSSSS! Sometimes we may even applaud times a CDU-Mann. For that amount of foolhardiness, as she lay Westerfönwelle the day would be the Circus Maximus with its lions of the correct location.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Best Washer Dryer Combo
Burn, burn ...
One day when I will probably find
The last hour of my rest.
completed the work, I will disappear.
At my side was "There, you linderst
spirit that fuels my desire
The pain of my last act
of words, images that spin
I in this life.
These small lines are the last thing I wrote for my upcoming CD and will write. Nothing could better suit the way I am going at the moment, or rather, stumble, fall, roll.
It's amazing how far a person can be for you but actually the most intimate feelings harbors of confidentiality and siblings. Someone sitting next to you, you know whose smile is better than your own, sometimes chatter about this and that and you realize how far you would have come all this, and also how far you would have come these souls. In life can happen things that propel you away as the hydrogen-burning stages of a Saturn V rocket. Far away in regions where it is still and quiet and just screams of the demon in between your ears incessantly. Just you sat still here among earthlings, then you were suddenly a little while in the cold dark universe, and now you come back as an alien and no one understands your language. Also has something of the relativistic twin paradox. But actually this is a false comparison, because I have not boarded the rocket will. Actually, I'm just
fell only and all others are run further. Now that I painstakingly try to catch it, I realize how hurt and dumb I have become. Just dumb.
I will never, never talk anymore. shut up here and the same.
My definition of friendship has changed in the last twelve months as basic as the same number of years before, and my suspicion of the people is increasing every false oath. How should still believe that if the word "love" is endorsed as permanent? How many times have you told me you loved me, I get listen to this sentence more often than one offered me a Coke (My refusal rate is to be in both areas of almost 100%). And how often is this so terribly wrong. What does that mean, "I love you"?. In the end, it almost always means "You are a remarkable projection and reflection surface. I want to see me in you from all sides to tell people about us and they amaze. I will possess you all to myself alone and I want you to react to my every whim and make me feel hate, I care the rest of the world. For that I shall give up dirzuliebe all my interests and fix me entirely on you! ".
I decline with thanks.
The worst, however, the variety (Yes, "variety"!) Man, this projecting extreme-around with unbelievable mistrust and suspicion, is connected. Since you will on the one hand, idealized and completely up to the unpleasant courted, but soon whether to order the smallest disagreement personally be demonized as the Evil. One minute Dorian Gray, suddenly the Golem. As we dance a quickstep beautifully on the Borderline, Juche!
are particularly infantile parts of the ladies, therefore, in which probably the Groupy-I-do-me by proposing-to-full-Ursula. This unfortunate and energy-consuming clientele and stalked up bemobbt month in a case even years in the vastness of the Internet and the club scene, to procure any half-baked personal info (and no matter how wrong and Hahne books, then with the great statement to approach you. "Tadaaaa, here I am Actually, I am much too good for you, because you are supposed to be a very terrible man because ... (list of various sources and references), but since I am a untervögelter Vollmaso and I make my own opinion. "(1 - EUR phrases into Pig) you have now the great opportunity to convince my glory of thy purification. fools jokes drives and hit the lute, hush hush! "
Well, what is said such an existence? My helper complex (anyway to a reasonable level heruntergezügelt) caused me far too often gentle intervention and I have played the games all too often. But from now on it's banner: "Fuck you! Neither I am your therapist, nor do I have to prove anything to anybody. Dance the borderline atonal blues without me, I care about to the next cliff! "
comfort, distraction, numbing promises that spirit that fuels my desire, and only too happy I put my art before female.
For months I am in a creative frenzy as I rarely had it. New website? Completed and is well received (Version 2.1 is much nicer!). The CD: Almost ready for the final mix. The book: Ready to copy-editing. The artwork? Must only be adapted to the formats. It just flows out of me and through me ... and there is so much anger that needs to be converted. Unfortunately, this goes to the substance. Little sleep, poor diet, lack of exercise, too little of everything, but too much pressure.
But what of it, why be rational? Why not just burn out in the brightest of colors until it's good? Why can not fight the pain, if you accept it and also make it something beautiful? The album is the best so far. I've got this lump in the neck in each song, which I usually only a few Pieces had.
So why not? At least then have other something like this.
One day when I will probably find
The last hour of my rest.
completed the work, I will disappear.
At my side was "There, you linderst
spirit that fuels my desire
The pain of my last act
of words, images that spin
I in this life.
These small lines are the last thing I wrote for my upcoming CD and will write. Nothing could better suit the way I am going at the moment, or rather, stumble, fall, roll.
It's amazing how far a person can be for you but actually the most intimate feelings harbors of confidentiality and siblings. Someone sitting next to you, you know whose smile is better than your own, sometimes chatter about this and that and you realize how far you would have come all this, and also how far you would have come these souls. In life can happen things that propel you away as the hydrogen-burning stages of a Saturn V rocket. Far away in regions where it is still and quiet and just screams of the demon in between your ears incessantly. Just you sat still here among earthlings, then you were suddenly a little while in the cold dark universe, and now you come back as an alien and no one understands your language. Also has something of the relativistic twin paradox. But actually this is a false comparison, because I have not boarded the rocket will. Actually, I'm just
fell only and all others are run further. Now that I painstakingly try to catch it, I realize how hurt and dumb I have become. Just dumb.
I will never, never talk anymore. shut up here and the same.
My definition of friendship has changed in the last twelve months as basic as the same number of years before, and my suspicion of the people is increasing every false oath. How should still believe that if the word "love" is endorsed as permanent? How many times have you told me you loved me, I get listen to this sentence more often than one offered me a Coke (My refusal rate is to be in both areas of almost 100%). And how often is this so terribly wrong. What does that mean, "I love you"?. In the end, it almost always means "You are a remarkable projection and reflection surface. I want to see me in you from all sides to tell people about us and they amaze. I will possess you all to myself alone and I want you to react to my every whim and make me feel hate, I care the rest of the world. For that I shall give up dirzuliebe all my interests and fix me entirely on you! ".
I decline with thanks.
The worst, however, the variety (Yes, "variety"!) Man, this projecting extreme-around with unbelievable mistrust and suspicion, is connected. Since you will on the one hand, idealized and completely up to the unpleasant courted, but soon whether to order the smallest disagreement personally be demonized as the Evil. One minute Dorian Gray, suddenly the Golem. As we dance a quickstep beautifully on the Borderline, Juche!
are particularly infantile parts of the ladies, therefore, in which probably the Groupy-I-do-me by proposing-to-full-Ursula. This unfortunate and energy-consuming clientele and stalked up bemobbt month in a case even years in the vastness of the Internet and the club scene, to procure any half-baked personal info (and no matter how wrong and Hahne books, then with the great statement to approach you. "Tadaaaa, here I am Actually, I am much too good for you, because you are supposed to be a very terrible man because ... (list of various sources and references), but since I am a untervögelter Vollmaso and I make my own opinion. "(1 - EUR phrases into Pig) you have now the great opportunity to convince my glory of thy purification. fools jokes drives and hit the lute, hush hush! "
Well, what is said such an existence? My helper complex (anyway to a reasonable level heruntergezügelt) caused me far too often gentle intervention and I have played the games all too often. But from now on it's banner: "Fuck you! Neither I am your therapist, nor do I have to prove anything to anybody. Dance the borderline atonal blues without me, I care about to the next cliff! "
comfort, distraction, numbing promises that spirit that fuels my desire, and only too happy I put my art before female.
For months I am in a creative frenzy as I rarely had it. New website? Completed and is well received (Version 2.1 is much nicer!). The CD: Almost ready for the final mix. The book: Ready to copy-editing. The artwork? Must only be adapted to the formats. It just flows out of me and through me ... and there is so much anger that needs to be converted. Unfortunately, this goes to the substance. Little sleep, poor diet, lack of exercise, too little of everything, but too much pressure.
But what of it, why be rational? Why not just burn out in the brightest of colors until it's good? Why can not fight the pain, if you accept it and also make it something beautiful? The album is the best so far. I've got this lump in the neck in each song, which I usually only a few Pieces had.
So why not? At least then have other something like this.
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