fragments
hammered into the sky outside, inside I'm sitting on your netbook and write the epilogue of my book. Afterword ... as that sounds. After a farewell speech and grave, but also for non-going-to-let on the other. And yet, an incredible feeling. Done. Done. Completed! And even more: that the whole thing goes to press, is as good as certain. Publisher Edition, ISBN and reviews included. And this is strange at the first attempt. This was almost too easy. Others send manuscripts around for years and then end up at worst, a Books-on-demand service. I call my name and my band, two very different texts will ship and already I am in negotiation and a seemingly intelligent man suddenly wants to invest money in me. Either I've just incredible pig or I'm not yet aware of my options right.
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's pale light as dust falls from the top
dances interwoven in the beam
gray walls do not ask for time
Pale cloth, the breath is regend
bleaching spun gently moving threateningly
form and enclose puffed far
suspects include the eye, the lines
beads gently caress the edge
My hand took the cloth and pulls the strings here
angels take the souls there
vicious grind
wooden carved Fortune can be seen
is Leipzig's arsenal, as the name would suggest actually, not a former medieval weapons cache, but exactly what it says literally: A house full of stuff. Three industrial-storey old building full of junk and antique furniture. Mazes carved out of dark closets and dusty mirrors. Bizarre chair sculptures up to the ceiling, heavy iron stoves and old pianos, the keys to hand barely able to resist. Another room is full of old medical instruments. Long out of medical fashioned scalpels, swabs, flashing in the display cases, stuffed animals and pickled organs in formalin turn yellow in the scant sunlight, a (real) human skeleton hanging limply on cast iron stand and hang from the ceiling old prosthetic legs. Rooms above rooms full of this old stuff
It's perfect!
The windows had to be something left behind, we need headlights with filter masks, a fog machine and of course a good camera. This is great ....
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diving under difficult conditions. The lake is cold (my computer says 12 degrees) and I wear a wet suit. The visibility is no meter and I have trouble to see my guide. In the green-brown flat water we bob up there, I consider myself close to the yellow stripes mark his scuba tank. After 12 minutes, the planned exercise buoys in deeper water. In almost 0 visibility in 7 meters depth I fummle the buoy out of the bag, detach the cord and drop the plumb line. The cord unwinds and I unrolling of the red plastic Schlauchboje. As I look forward again, I can hardly see his face, so sadly it is. Slowly, my partner back in the darkness will disappear, as if he'd sucked on a flow of it. I can not follow him, as I said in my previous unfurled the mooring line and we lose ourselves. A gross error in turn, dive, because he will actually take care of myself. I am doing the only thing that remains for me to grab, after my second controller and fill the hollow body of the buoy Air. Brav it shoots up, the line whizzes through my neoprene gloves. Since I do not want to have to roll up the lead weight on the surface, I pull myself blind on a leash down. Only the water is blood red from mud, then black. My computer whose luminous numbers are only read if I keep the console in front of the mask, nasty show at 8 degrees and I quickly rummage the lead weight out of the mud, I can not see. Once at the top of the buoy my guide is waiting for me at least. Who has something for which the Red Sea is a walk ...
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"In lighter color represents the forest" is a beautiful song so that it also the acoustics of the Finals can not mess up. Moreover, it is my personal song of spring, because lights are usually color not only forests. M. dances next to me, we are looking at us and think the same. "I live!" I cry to her. Laughing, we embrace between the dancers.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Painful Breasts And Heavy Cm Before Period
inappropriate to the season, but before it is lost completely:
"Dear Plublico at the door is a very special representative of the fools shaft. Even the horrible rhyming rose thorn. Wool chambers raaalasse "
* audience? Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, screaming * *
Ritzamba, Ritzamba, captures the rotten Fassnacht aaaa, Tusch tääääää * * *...
expectant silence, hawking and Tellergeklirr. It enters the Bühen the Chevalier Brigand, dressed in a black Samtnarrenkappe, black and silver bells Pappnase. Gracefully he puts the speech made paper *
Ahäm ... Narr'n love and Narrhalesen,
Latter am severally been in the dining Gee!
romp Since the Sische schwazz 'Geschtalde,
Mer is supposed to net halde for mööööööschlisch! confess
* fanfare * täaaa
As a man, the table must be free,
indeed the view, as will also go anners,
The womenfolk Will hinnnerher severally send
fleissiglisch times ram ...
(Kunstpause!)
* audience roared over what Fucking *
Neeee, ha-ha! ... Click the profile 'here!
* ink täaaa ... somewhere smashed a beer glass *
But, oh Graus', say what manner? How many horror
have severally 'bear! Welsch
a stupid lunatic asylum,
Des is aan Zoo, severally gotta get out!
* fanfare * täaaa
Des begins with the Foddos
Because the sport is too long
Then think 'ish to me in these bottoms:
push the whale back into the sea!
* täaaa ink, ink täaaa, loud laughter! *
Not even nothing, if the matrons
particularly clever snap from the top.
with saucer eyes tricks and melons, and
been sucked cheeks!
bad are the Gothic models
parched wie'n Celtic 'Moor Fund
they gawp as clothes racks
From many a flyer base.
And because net will entice quite
must then compensate
cyber woman with buckles, LEDs, Tubes
What does absentieren in the brain.
* Embarrassed silence in the audience ... A foreign word! *
But even worse than clothes sins
Is that what you are doing here so proclaim
as "inn're values," high-flown.
Ah, would have tossed it better to keep it ...
sin While all this terrible And the same
ziemlisch
soft in the head, but it sounds loud and high and bright:
We sin so in-di-vi-du-ell.
And "tolerance" that is lived!
Des zwoote "l" of the daff net was missing.
The German language 'in the grave shakes!
How 'mer NotesD only torture that?
The profundity, he is nothin 'short! For some
Philosophenfurz
The Mummy Tomb devised
is immediately brought
A profile should reveal itself written line fillers
inn'ren the wealth! But does not a
Schwafel Schiller
talent is rare, stupid is stupid.
And more than all the Gothic
Love the SG-wife or your pet!
lice, fleas before teeming, filthy
's stretches the profile of the legs, four.
pussies, Fidos, rats, spiders
front of the lens is forced
What has fur, there is no escape.
The creatures scream penetrates deep.
* a * tomato flies
Aaaan hobby of the SG-Weibsel
Is the rhetoric, I still
manner of thinking in all this scribbling
and wine tend to my pillow.
Thus, the chick is so ugly even the
Foddografen is the aaanerlei.
For, "beauty," Oh you man, noted 'it's:
"is in the eye of the beholder!"
And they are "not looking", you need to know
"can be found, so cursed! Since
fraaacht was made to be fucked mer?
ten thousand Leude, kaaaner investigated?
And the woman is ever so bitchy Des
we take her net even stingy.
For "Überläääschenheit", now out isses,
"Looks like only thin arrogance"!
* CONSENT * bawling
Oh, Had this such a unique and doing a phrase pig
per phrase purely
Nen Teuro only, or even two
Dan I'd long been on Hawei!
* täaaa ink, Tusch täaaa *
Lauter sluts, self-titled.
Psycho-Bitsch, Männerquäler,
neuroses dolls, well-known.
Sin also proud of their mistakes!
why I praise my normal folks'
reliable, loyal and clever.
So we raise a glass today now '
Fick Swedish, SG! Cheers, Helau!
* Ritzamba, Ritzamba, captures the rotten Fassnacht aaaa
...* * thunderous applause! The amount of trampling, black bras flying onto the stage and cover the rose arbor with fluffy top mountains! *
"Dear Plublico at the door is a very special representative of the fools shaft. Even the horrible rhyming rose thorn. Wool chambers raaalasse "
* audience? Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, screaming * *
Ritzamba, Ritzamba, captures the rotten Fassnacht aaaa, Tusch tääääää * * *...
expectant silence, hawking and Tellergeklirr. It enters the Bühen the Chevalier Brigand, dressed in a black Samtnarrenkappe, black and silver bells Pappnase. Gracefully he puts the speech made paper *
Ahäm ... Narr'n love and Narrhalesen,
Latter am severally been in the dining Gee!
romp Since the Sische schwazz 'Geschtalde,
Mer is supposed to net halde for mööööööschlisch! confess
* fanfare * täaaa
As a man, the table must be free,
indeed the view, as will also go anners,
The womenfolk Will hinnnerher severally send
fleissiglisch times ram ...
(Kunstpause!)
* audience roared over what Fucking *
Neeee, ha-ha! ... Click the profile 'here!
* ink täaaa ... somewhere smashed a beer glass *
But, oh Graus', say what manner? How many horror
have severally 'bear! Welsch
a stupid lunatic asylum,
Des is aan Zoo, severally gotta get out!
* fanfare * täaaa
Des begins with the Foddos
Because the sport is too long
Then think 'ish to me in these bottoms:
push the whale back into the sea!
* täaaa ink, ink täaaa, loud laughter! *
Not even nothing, if the matrons
particularly clever snap from the top.
with saucer eyes tricks and melons, and
been sucked cheeks!
bad are the Gothic models
parched wie'n Celtic 'Moor Fund
they gawp as clothes racks
From many a flyer base.
And because net will entice quite
must then compensate
cyber woman with buckles, LEDs, Tubes
What does absentieren in the brain.
* Embarrassed silence in the audience ... A foreign word! *
But even worse than clothes sins
Is that what you are doing here so proclaim
as "inn're values," high-flown.
Ah, would have tossed it better to keep it ...
sin While all this terrible And the same
ziemlisch
soft in the head, but it sounds loud and high and bright:
We sin so in-di-vi-du-ell.
And "tolerance" that is lived!
Des zwoote "l" of the daff net was missing.
The German language 'in the grave shakes!
How 'mer NotesD only torture that?
The profundity, he is nothin 'short! For some
Philosophenfurz
The Mummy Tomb devised
is immediately brought
A profile should reveal itself written line fillers
inn'ren the wealth! But does not a
Schwafel Schiller
talent is rare, stupid is stupid.
And more than all the Gothic
Love the SG-wife or your pet!
lice, fleas before teeming, filthy
's stretches the profile of the legs, four.
pussies, Fidos, rats, spiders
front of the lens is forced
What has fur, there is no escape.
The creatures scream penetrates deep.
* a * tomato flies
Aaaan hobby of the SG-Weibsel
Is the rhetoric, I still
manner of thinking in all this scribbling
and wine tend to my pillow.
Thus, the chick is so ugly even the
Foddografen is the aaanerlei.
For, "beauty," Oh you man, noted 'it's:
"is in the eye of the beholder!"
And they are "not looking", you need to know
"can be found, so cursed! Since
fraaacht was made to be fucked mer?
ten thousand Leude, kaaaner investigated?
And the woman is ever so bitchy Des
we take her net even stingy.
For "Überläääschenheit", now out isses,
"Looks like only thin arrogance"!
* CONSENT * bawling
Oh, Had this such a unique and doing a phrase pig
per phrase purely
Nen Teuro only, or even two
Dan I'd long been on Hawei!
* täaaa ink, Tusch täaaa *
Lauter sluts, self-titled.
Psycho-Bitsch, Männerquäler,
neuroses dolls, well-known.
Sin also proud of their mistakes!
why I praise my normal folks'
reliable, loyal and clever.
So we raise a glass today now '
Fick Swedish, SG! Cheers, Helau!
* Ritzamba, Ritzamba, captures the rotten Fassnacht aaaa
...* * thunderous applause! The amount of trampling, black bras flying onto the stage and cover the rose arbor with fluffy top mountains! *
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Webcam Live Hair Salon
Helen Hegemann: Axolotl Road Kill
Although it is not a review following criticism in the classical sense, but rather concerns that what one would call for commonly as a saturated from excessive subjectivity slating, I would still like it for completeness associate with those texts that are still here hopefully follow soon. write
bebeifallt bestseller and critics to be frenetic, today seems no longer to be as complicated as ever.
recent example: the almost pressure-fresh newcomer Roman Axolotl Road Kill of the supposed child prodigy Helen Hegemann.
order to take care that all the less successful writers at least a piece of the cake success may cost, I can give them the following formula proposed by Mrs-Hegemann highly self-assembled lovingly highly recommend it. Well, my friends, at the heart of all literary gourmets and you may fly soon abound ...
basic recipe for a modern bestseller
courtesy of Helen Hegemann
1) Just take two terms to be content in close to something like the Erzkatholizismus the Kama Sutra and combine them brought in almost seemingly delirious fashion, to oh-so-original title à la olm Overkill naked mole-rat, or Street Fight . One of these masterly manner should contain adulterated forms the basis for subsequent digestibility of the reader, therefore, to proceed with this step very carefully. Some exotic ingredients may therefore still be used, after all, one wants to consciously stand out from the dull aftertaste of conventional books.
2) In a second step, grab some Ollen chestnuts out of the popliterarischen candy box, which are: Prosperity over-saturation, loss of self-identity in a media often mirrored world, excessive drug use in hedonistic milieu metropolitan chichi Night Lifes, etc. The all you have to refine a shot extremely firmer wording and jugendsprachlichem speech diarrhea, sprinkle now and then but also copied, neologistische sweets in the style of "Techno plasticity" one (like, longer, plagiarized passages) to the intellectual and artistic touch to do justice, and - Taaadaaaa! - That is the tasty filling!
3) Finally, confusing and whisk it again everything thoroughly, and garnish the resulting mass or with a little pseudo-profundity and pseudo-claim. And there you have conjured up a truly literary palate.
Bon appetit!
from 0 to 5 stars.
Teresa Maienschein
Although it is not a review following criticism in the classical sense, but rather concerns that what one would call for commonly as a saturated from excessive subjectivity slating, I would still like it for completeness associate with those texts that are still here hopefully follow soon. write
bebeifallt bestseller and critics to be frenetic, today seems no longer to be as complicated as ever.
recent example: the almost pressure-fresh newcomer Roman Axolotl Road Kill of the supposed child prodigy Helen Hegemann.
order to take care that all the less successful writers at least a piece of the cake success may cost, I can give them the following formula proposed by Mrs-Hegemann highly self-assembled lovingly highly recommend it. Well, my friends, at the heart of all literary gourmets and you may fly soon abound ...
basic recipe for a modern bestseller
courtesy of Helen Hegemann
1) Just take two terms to be content in close to something like the Erzkatholizismus the Kama Sutra and combine them brought in almost seemingly delirious fashion, to oh-so-original title à la olm Overkill naked mole-rat, or Street Fight . One of these masterly manner should contain adulterated forms the basis for subsequent digestibility of the reader, therefore, to proceed with this step very carefully. Some exotic ingredients may therefore still be used, after all, one wants to consciously stand out from the dull aftertaste of conventional books.
2) In a second step, grab some Ollen chestnuts out of the popliterarischen candy box, which are: Prosperity over-saturation, loss of self-identity in a media often mirrored world, excessive drug use in hedonistic milieu metropolitan chichi Night Lifes, etc. The all you have to refine a shot extremely firmer wording and jugendsprachlichem speech diarrhea, sprinkle now and then but also copied, neologistische sweets in the style of "Techno plasticity" one (like, longer, plagiarized passages) to the intellectual and artistic touch to do justice, and - Taaadaaaa! - That is the tasty filling!
3) Finally, confusing and whisk it again everything thoroughly, and garnish the resulting mass or with a little pseudo-profundity and pseudo-claim. And there you have conjured up a truly literary palate.
Bon appetit!
from 0 to 5 stars.
Teresa Maienschein
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