Vielwettertag with too many different people in the enthusiastic public. It prohibits the holidays - I want to be alone with my inactivity, and the others can take into the visor when they do more exciting than to store them in cream ...
day of food envy: Too many bad writers too much success, too many stupid people to have their nests in the tops of the academic Bonsai Park ...
And too many bad metaphors jump from my Figern into the keyboard. Sense.
Hungry, though gorged,
tired to disgust and weary,
exhausted by emotions
you yourself do not have .
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