the anniversary they celebrated deep in the enchanted forest . The noise of the Fulda drowned mercilessly by shooting cars. Where there is no water, they find a way of saying, Melusine and the . She knelt down anywhere on the slope to the hand in the river to stretch. Without the connection to the sea but it remains silent. The other proposes bravely through dense undergrowth springlike decisive final sore. Only occasionally hurt their feet when they touch the roots of mendacity. Heilmann, who slipped unattractive hero of a desire is a distant memory. In the dream she saw him the commit ritual murder with which he wanted to save him from the booze begotten son. His memories are as false as their conclusions. He stands alone in the hail storm of blows, which it does not apply. A wounded animal is always rabid bite , the forester had said before. I thought it was a human , she thought. All our errors propagate like rabbits. Only we remain sterile. The safety net continues, lives no game. Who blogs, found dead inside the plant creation. Only the growths think further. We pay homage to the indefatigable waste and scourged the parsimony.
On 18 February 2010, on this blog, which was then called, otherwise, set the first text. Now he has the title "All the years . (I change constantly, and make no change indicated. Cached there is some things just happen. But the "real life" deserves honesty.) This text has a long history. He stood under a different title and include authors' names in 2009 before the net. (You will have no trouble finding. I have erased the traces.) " The king of fashion has no loved ." And there was her great uncle "," Fred Hagens room. The electrical Slim was an interlude and disappeared again. " Do not think twice it's allright ." Memories go with the wind. It is all a lie anyway. Only the motives remain: dark woods and crappy nostalgia, bad photos, and Jesus Piece, Roy Bean, and Lily Langtry , water cases. "The revolution never came ." After Basel I was never more. But this summer I am going to Rome. INSANE.
Everything has to do with anything. Woodruff and World Champion. Work and will. digestion and legacy . What turns and lurches in the first two texts is lashed. "All these years " and " AN EXCESS (Love is a sweet light) " (9 February 2010). One year. Not a step further. But the is the target: circular motion instead of progress: Spiral Dynamics. I go back to descend. The movement is wrong. Do not climb, but diving. Glide learn. That one also has the facility to practice. Exhaustion and rimmed eyes. It was not a good year. But the best I could do. I is an Other (has become). She knows where she belongs. Everyone wants to fly. "I'm a migratory bird." (on my way home). A moment of calm. Sunday rest. CU.
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