Sunday, July 16, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
How Do I Make My Dogs Stool Hard
add color inside these lines
due to a very stupid dream I've been today
night that almost oppressive feeling of very large eyes wide in front of me. how big the living but can be. and how much I have in front of me. I have no idea how I can stop this wide with something really meaningful / should / must, but the shame before social welfare and Hartz IV positive attitude, which is then also present ma almost arrived. 
I want you to lead me Take me somewhere
Just do not want to live
In a dream one more day.
[in flames]
due to a very stupid dream I've been today
night that almost oppressive feeling of very large eyes wide in front of me. how big the living but can be. and how much I have in front of me. I have no idea how I can stop this wide with something really meaningful / should / must, but the shame
How Do I Make My Dogs Stool Hard
add color inside these lines
due to a very stupid dream I've been today
night that almost oppressive feeling of very large eyes wide in front of me. how big the living but can be. and how much I have in front of me. I have no idea how I can stop this wide with something really meaningful / should / must, but the shame before social welfare and Hartz IV positive attitude, which is then also present ma almost arrived.
I want you to lead me Take me somewhere
Just do not want to live
In a dream one more day.
[in flames]
due to a very stupid dream I've been today
night that almost oppressive feeling of very large eyes wide in front of me. how big the living but can be. and how much I have in front of me. I have no idea how I can stop this wide with something really meaningful / should / must, but the shame
Monday, July 10, 2006
Rocco Big Mess Online
the death of a clown
optimism. everywhere there is a new beginning. the sedentary vanish never to see again. and everyone else really. and I, I disappear, too. lets all drink to the death of a clown. ten meters. the last ten meters are the worst. say marathon runners. the last ten meters were the worst. I say. fought. the whole route, the entire mile-long fighting. with oneself, with others. concluded peace. with oneself, with others. in difficult situations and burning heat went to the extreme. enough thunderstorm, often wet skin up to. but according to Kneipp: water, properly applied, is the surest remedy.
is tight, I thought. put on again. the last mountain. is behind me. killed me with his massiveness. tired. incredibly tired. is sleep. burn-out. at least two gefällabschnitte and some sprints expected. Instead, already the home straight. no time to adjust. everything suddenly. and still further or made that very reason. by an inner force lived, from which you did not know that it exists.
tried to make amends for lost time at first. during which the farewell celebration. tartlet with black in white, a tourist guide to the ice-blue I, and far too much money in too bright colors. eyes closed for a surreal raspberry bush for a tiny eternity and lasting one minute in a quiet beautiful peppered with pleasant memories kekstüte. It is the little child heart that touches the soul and leaves a trail that is never quite blur. Parents are the rebellious, which conjures up some awkward situation and have in the end it all turned out again for good. Parents are the few, the bright spots in very very dark hours of the morning brought. there are colleagues who, one has to endure an entire year for 7 hours a day. It is a very special woman colleague. it is to break out with heated seats and sauce on the hamburger. it is the small staircase, much too often skipped far too rushed. It is the sign of the clowns, how often have we sat for two there. and are asleep. There are some specific children, of whom you know in ten years or name and character. and it is the moment at noon at ten to twelve. they hiss past the door. zzzzzzzzzzr. one by one. final round. and nochmal.gestampfe.gepolter. gekreische.fünf boys. back and forth. and once in the circle. silent. zzzzr and again. as trucks. three girls. rush past the door. so the matter now almost closing time? it is the patient to repeat certain phrases in certain moments. it's the lid and the drum. the triangular clock and the vibrant peace with yourself
it is still endure in these days thereafter. it is the inertia of the minutes and hours, the trip without a word in the history of the past. it is the gleichkülitgkeit the sun that shines through each window remains. it is the brutality of the light, despite all the breaks too often. it's me. lets all drink to the death of a clown. The kindergarten year is over. I'm out. at the end. and somehow different.
picture of fidbert 
optimism. everywhere there is a new beginning. the sedentary vanish never to see again. and everyone else really. and I, I disappear, too. lets all drink to the death of a clown. ten meters. the last ten meters are the worst. say marathon runners. the last ten meters were the worst. I say. fought. the whole route, the entire mile-long fighting. with oneself, with others. concluded peace. with oneself, with others. in difficult situations and burning heat went to the extreme. enough thunderstorm, often wet skin up to. but according to Kneipp: water, properly applied, is the surest remedy.
is tight, I thought. put on again. the last mountain. is behind me. killed me with his massiveness. tired. incredibly tired. is sleep. burn-out. at least two gefällabschnitte and some sprints expected. Instead, already the home straight. no time to adjust. everything suddenly. and still further or made that very reason. by an inner force lived, from which you did not know that it exists.
tried to make amends for lost time at first. during which the farewell celebration. tartlet with black in white, a tourist guide to the ice-blue I, and far too much money in too bright colors. eyes closed for a surreal raspberry bush for a tiny eternity and lasting one minute in a quiet beautiful peppered with pleasant memories kekstüte. It is the little child heart that touches the soul and leaves a trail that is never quite blur. Parents are the rebellious, which conjures up some awkward situation and have in the end it all turned out again for good. Parents are the few, the bright spots in very very dark hours of the morning brought. there are colleagues who, one has to endure an entire year for 7 hours a day. It is a very special woman colleague. it is to break out with heated seats and sauce on the hamburger. it is the small staircase, much too often skipped far too rushed. It is the sign of the clowns, how often have we sat for two there. and are asleep. There are some specific children, of whom you know in ten years or name and character. and it is the moment at noon at ten to twelve. they hiss past the door. zzzzzzzzzzr. one by one. final round. and nochmal.gestampfe.gepolter. gekreische.fünf boys. back and forth. and once in the circle. silent. zzzzr and again. as trucks. three girls. rush past the door. so the matter now almost closing time? it is the patient to repeat certain phrases in certain moments. it's the lid and the drum. the triangular clock and the vibrant peace with yourself
it is still endure in these days thereafter. it is the inertia of the minutes and hours, the trip without a word in the history of the past. it is the gleichkülitgkeit the sun that shines through each window remains. it is the brutality of the light, despite all the breaks too often. it's me. lets all drink to the death of a clown. The kindergarten year is over. I'm out. at the end. and somehow different.
picture of fidbert
Rocco Big Mess Online
the death of a clown
optimism. everywhere there is a new beginning. the sedentary vanish never to see again. and everyone else really. and I, I disappear, too. lets all drink to the death of a clown. ten meters. the last ten meters are the worst. say marathon runners. the last ten meters were the worst. I say. fought. the whole route, the entire mile-long fighting. with oneself, with others. concluded peace. with oneself, with others. in difficult situations and burning heat went to the extreme. enough thunderstorm, often wet skin up to. but according to Kneipp: water, properly applied, is the surest remedy.
is tight, I thought. put on again. the last mountain. is behind me. killed me with his massiveness. tired. incredibly tired. is sleep. burn-out. at least two gefällabschnitte and some sprints expected. Instead, already the home straight. no time to adjust. everything suddenly. and still further or made that very reason. by an inner force lived, from which you did not know that it exists.
tried to make amends for lost time at first. during which the farewell celebration. tartlet with black in white, a tourist guide to the ice-blue I, and far too much money in too bright colors. eyes closed for a surreal raspberry bush for a tiny eternity and lasting one minute in a quiet beautiful peppered with pleasant memories kekstüte. It is the little child heart that touches the soul and leaves a trail that is never quite blur. Parents are the rebellious, which conjures up some awkward situation and have in the end it all turned out again for good. Parents are the few, the bright spots in very very dark hours of the morning brought. there are colleagues who, one has to endure an entire year for 7 hours a day. It is a very special woman colleague. it is to break out with heated seats and sauce on the hamburger. it is the small staircase, much too often skipped far too rushed. It is the sign of the clowns, how often have we sat for two there. and are asleep. There are some specific children, of whom you know in ten years or name and character. and it is the moment at noon at ten to twelve. they hiss past the door. zzzzzzzzzzr. one by one. final round. and nochmal.gestampfe.gepolter. gekreische.fünf boys. back and forth. and once in the circle. silent. zzzzr and again. as trucks. three girls. rush past the door. so the matter now almost closing time? it is the patient to repeat certain phrases in certain moments. it's the lid and the drum. the triangular clock and the vibrant peace with yourself
it is still endure in these days thereafter. it is the inertia of the minutes and hours, the trip without a word in the history of the past. it is the gleichkülitgkeit the sun that shines through each window remains. it is the brutality of the light, despite all the breaks too often. it's me. lets all drink to the death of a clown. The kindergarten year is over. I'm out. at the end. and somehow different.
picture of fidbert
optimism. everywhere there is a new beginning. the sedentary vanish never to see again. and everyone else really. and I, I disappear, too. lets all drink to the death of a clown. ten meters. the last ten meters are the worst. say marathon runners. the last ten meters were the worst. I say. fought. the whole route, the entire mile-long fighting. with oneself, with others. concluded peace. with oneself, with others. in difficult situations and burning heat went to the extreme. enough thunderstorm, often wet skin up to. but according to Kneipp: water, properly applied, is the surest remedy.
is tight, I thought. put on again. the last mountain. is behind me. killed me with his massiveness. tired. incredibly tired. is sleep. burn-out. at least two gefällabschnitte and some sprints expected. Instead, already the home straight. no time to adjust. everything suddenly. and still further or made that very reason. by an inner force lived, from which you did not know that it exists.
tried to make amends for lost time at first. during which the farewell celebration. tartlet with black in white, a tourist guide to the ice-blue I, and far too much money in too bright colors. eyes closed for a surreal raspberry bush for a tiny eternity and lasting one minute in a quiet beautiful peppered with pleasant memories kekstüte. It is the little child heart that touches the soul and leaves a trail that is never quite blur. Parents are the rebellious, which conjures up some awkward situation and have in the end it all turned out again for good. Parents are the few, the bright spots in very very dark hours of the morning brought. there are colleagues who, one has to endure an entire year for 7 hours a day. It is a very special woman colleague. it is to break out with heated seats and sauce on the hamburger. it is the small staircase, much too often skipped far too rushed. It is the sign of the clowns, how often have we sat for two there. and are asleep. There are some specific children, of whom you know in ten years or name and character. and it is the moment at noon at ten to twelve. they hiss past the door. zzzzzzzzzzr. one by one. final round. and nochmal.gestampfe.gepolter. gekreische.fünf boys. back and forth. and once in the circle. silent. zzzzr and again. as trucks. three girls. rush past the door. so the matter now almost closing time? it is the patient to repeat certain phrases in certain moments. it's the lid and the drum. the triangular clock and the vibrant peace with yourself
it is still endure in these days thereafter. it is the inertia of the minutes and hours, the trip without a word in the history of the past. it is the gleichkülitgkeit the sun that shines through each window remains. it is the brutality of the light, despite all the breaks too often. it's me. lets all drink to the death of a clown. The kindergarten year is over. I'm out. at the end. and somehow different.
picture of fidbert
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