nostalgia algae .-
This is no piano.
It could be one.
There is none. It's just a football game.
Then empty cup - is your brain is full
(in wine the truth and alcohol,
the replacement for what there is not ).
You're so drunk you do not see me ...
Among men you are a football god,
a witty devil, a crazed idiot
and I in the distance. And yet, and yet
we are the laughing suffering of the world?
This is not a piano.
We deny it.
Where you're the noise, I am the dream,
the abyss we both (you do not notice it?)
and incorrect figures in the wrong country
Sitting at the Breitopf ...
Sing me a song.
This is no piano. We played it
separately duet chords.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Brazilian Wax And Gonorrhea
Tricolour
masochism? Sensationalism? Naivete?
I went tonight at eleven clock the Leopold street.
I was expecting the hordes that would make me Schwarzrotgelb aggressive but that they did not. You tröteten, they laughed, they waved their silly driving, and all they achieved was to me you almost in tears to the eyes. Gloomy Envy? Probably this: dark envy. Well, this would be no reason ... My resentment against all the masses, especially compared with flags, is not irrational. Irrational is what keeps me away from them. It was not like that it would have driven me into their midst, I would have forced me with a cool head, stay away from a questionable wobble. They were simply the other, they were a mass, they had together an event that made it the We, and I stood off, and knew that this aloofness was something fundamental, a deficiency. The inability to play a game that you can not play alone. And because this inability exists, the value of my thought Distance diminished, and at the same distance from my senseless envy ... but I have been here.
masochism? Sensationalism? Naivete?
I went tonight at eleven clock the Leopold street.
I was expecting the hordes that would make me Schwarzrotgelb aggressive but that they did not. You tröteten, they laughed, they waved their silly driving, and all they achieved was to me you almost in tears to the eyes. Gloomy Envy? Probably this: dark envy. Well, this would be no reason ... My resentment against all the masses, especially compared with flags, is not irrational. Irrational is what keeps me away from them. It was not like that it would have driven me into their midst, I would have forced me with a cool head, stay away from a questionable wobble. They were simply the other, they were a mass, they had together an event that made it the We, and I stood off, and knew that this aloofness was something fundamental, a deficiency. The inability to play a game that you can not play alone. And because this inability exists, the value of my thought Distance diminished, and at the same distance from my senseless envy ... but I have been here.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Jvc Subwoofer Sp-pwm606
Nervtröten
The time of the story began. Heralded by a squeaky-art school girl of questionable questionable, it scrolls now seemingly black and white, but in reality national bunt over the cities and disfigured them with screens and Gruppengefühligkeit.
I had no other troubles and worries, I would get nosebleeds from it. Sun is looking for me at home only a vague green goose bumps when I pass rush staring flag-waving. Their only advantage is the beer and the beer was there before them. One would like they ask, "What?"
One can ask not. You sit there mesmerized and completely deaf, and if the game is over, it is itself an even care, because it has now drowning in their beer.
(Council of an old owl, a young, "If they up to be wise, keep it fly high enough that they can ask you anything - that is their faith to be disproved to you never!")
The time of the story began. Heralded by a squeaky-art school girl of questionable questionable, it scrolls now seemingly black and white, but in reality national bunt over the cities and disfigured them with screens and Gruppengefühligkeit.
I had no other troubles and worries, I would get nosebleeds from it. Sun is looking for me at home only a vague green goose bumps when I pass rush staring flag-waving. Their only advantage is the beer and the beer was there before them. One would like they ask, "What?"
One can ask not. You sit there mesmerized and completely deaf, and if the game is over, it is itself an even care, because it has now drowning in their beer.
(Council of an old owl, a young, "If they up to be wise, keep it fly high enough that they can ask you anything - that is their faith to be disproved to you never!")
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What Size Is Beyonce In Jeans 2010
Sarrazin, once again the nation was
If there is a clear indicator brown spirit, then it is unwelcome person circles under challenge "hereditary inferiority" ...
Quote:
(Source: Spiegel Online )
If there is a clear indicator brown spirit, then it is unwelcome person circles under challenge "hereditary inferiority" ...
Quote:
"We are naturally less intelligent on average," quoted the news agency dpa on Thursday Sarrazin. The 65-year-old brought this to the report, with the help of generous numbers in relation to immigrants "from Turkey, the Middle East and Africa." They had less education than immigrants from other countries.
immigrants also would get more children than German, "said Sarrazin. There is "a difference in growth of population groups with different intelligence," said former finance minister of Berlin. Intelligence would be passed from parents to children, the inheritance share lies at almost 80 percent.
(Source: Spiegel Online )
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Can You Buy Ambesol In Ireland?
The weather does clear the infantry. Time for a list of complaints to the tiniest Fortuna Grämonia, the most insignificant among the Schicksalsschicksen:
- Man wasting no parking space for a übrflüssige fire service access (no need, because next door is the same one used as a fire department entrance driveway)
- creates Man (as a deus ex machina), no molds, because they are not of use
- Man has to create (as a university) without bureaucratic stumbling blocks before the stolid feet dreamy then changing wannabe academics
and finally
- One does not write posts about marginalia of discomfort, just to kill the lively time. Circuit closed at the end of the story.
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