neujahrsgähnen Passover
opportunity makes thieves, but perhaps is also the location, should this man naked men but not in my pocket and the mad-growth was for the purpose of looking for a way out created, for wandering is very complex, almost like ambiguity, but are they worth the time and what about the expense allowance?
but better than running, because with short legs man long time and comes at the end probably not there to find man wanted to go, but certainly at the end, because at some point was the one-eyed king in the land of the blind, but he disappeared again see never, because he was hurt too bad for him for the dirt he did not need to make. the ge (h) wiaaen laatet hard as a double-edged sword of Damocles and rudi carrel was standing next to the dividing wall nd spoke the mystic words: (...)
only once and only said the junkie every time when he bought the material and was a fine-meshed net was in the awkwardness of harmless and the escape was the decision to fashion the Gordian knot of waiting to burst. carry (on) miss mess, she thought and she turned the wheel again and then it was all bets and Zero. Green was suddenly so hopeless, and only one was red. a bloody rookie mistakes, but crucial. hop or top, all or nothing, I would indeed the chosen or at least I'm already old and wise, understood only too stupid to follow ... yet, but next time everything will change, crucial. Well who makes the choice of making the painful, has the power to torture. masochismuss regrettable, but I do not. I do not overshadow pingpong [more (as I know)]
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Used Wrestling Singlets
last night on earth
Nietzsche, with the head spy. back and forth and back, scars on the face. bleak and relentlessly to pieces in the brain and as different and quirky and and and ...
bent, hidden.
in the snake pit only helps your understanding of your situation in order to achieve the nirvana in time. I spy with my little eye on my holzweg to happiness.
or at the kruxzug? or donate (trigger)?
forrest, run run, and view in the course of events such as ball lightning, they shrug up by the many small details of the thoughtless and Cosmos in the sparkling snow, the nose knows dahinstäubt jingling cold. it will not rain all the time ...
is approaching the set of the love and no one is charged. Instead, he apparently torturing ALLD new young minds that always want to be the cornerstone of the show but only the old are gone to fail, so squinting eyes fish so easily seduced when the children are still children.
I remain, waiting to snag or at least with Ziegenfuß and bocksbeinig as boxbeutel or sand bag for the discharge of ambiguity. always want to have everything and yet get nothing, just a sham, but not holy.
said the Greeks, he would have married, but he was now the royal hand, horses with the apple in the.
's the weird incomprehensible to the West rhythms of Doctor Frankenstein's surf punk. yeah we go off, leaving ...
we play the game and guide ships into the murky waters where other fish yet.
cage cryptic tales of weird and bad memories of horror and dark forebodings lived unknown to return again and again and yet not wipe away what would say dubio. may be because the wrong track which I follow is stick thin or fist thick and the marsh for which it was built, allows the dam would burst hardly jam, so he and fortschreiebn the images, a weak erinenrung to the meaning of some importance and and again and again and weirder.
let off, let down, dies against the obstinacy of the desired the winds but only rennend rescue, flight and resists the weather defying yet a weather follows yes storms rather to the promised beetle-wonderland
as we have puked fine, the earth spat and what under the magnifying glass in the shade of the slouch hat of the pingpong ball clacks and rather direct struck off, which was to take the same into the bright sunlight and flawless to look for land there is so and so not to see only hardship and anger.
they go further, here there is nothing to see, because the temple is every Thursday morning to commemorate in his own grave stone.
trenches protected individually in tombstone? shadow-boxing to the fairest of them all.
a good face is to prescribe essential to drive the one that concealed hidden hihi, I rate it lends to agree to give away, but what value?
and how he must be considered of value? fairly obvious ...
this is my shrine, a chaotic sanctuary in the wetland, my little oasis of weird tales, whose hand and foot all headless wander-poking and touching in the bottomless gruaen morass, so fragile and wooden, and believe it but it could be from talk to the sink, in which it hineinschlingert without point and comma grim Sehnde blindly determined and straight.
adieu, you naughty game, you adieu wine vile temptation, you sweet adieu, the intoxicated my senses made, because the snake pit is now filled and buried, what remains shows only the dawn, bleary-eyed and silent, eloquent.
can be as strange and uncompromising perspectives but, if the circular reasoning revolves around the horned.
successful journey to Neverland.
Nietzsche, with the head spy. back and forth and back, scars on the face. bleak and relentlessly to pieces in the brain and as different and quirky and and and ...
bent, hidden.
in the snake pit only helps your understanding of your situation in order to achieve the nirvana in time. I spy with my little eye on my holzweg to happiness.
or at the kruxzug? or donate (trigger)?
forrest, run run, and view in the course of events such as ball lightning, they shrug up by the many small details of the thoughtless and Cosmos in the sparkling snow, the nose knows dahinstäubt jingling cold. it will not rain all the time ...
is approaching the set of the love and no one is charged. Instead, he apparently torturing ALLD new young minds that always want to be the cornerstone of the show but only the old are gone to fail, so squinting eyes fish so easily seduced when the children are still children.
I remain, waiting to snag or at least with Ziegenfuß and bocksbeinig as boxbeutel or sand bag for the discharge of ambiguity. always want to have everything and yet get nothing, just a sham, but not holy.
said the Greeks, he would have married, but he was now the royal hand, horses with the apple in the.
's the weird incomprehensible to the West rhythms of Doctor Frankenstein's surf punk. yeah we go off, leaving ...
we play the game and guide ships into the murky waters where other fish yet.
cage cryptic tales of weird and bad memories of horror and dark forebodings lived unknown to return again and again and yet not wipe away what would say dubio. may be because the wrong track which I follow is stick thin or fist thick and the marsh for which it was built, allows the dam would burst hardly jam, so he and fortschreiebn the images, a weak erinenrung to the meaning of some importance and and again and again and weirder.
let off, let down, dies against the obstinacy of the desired the winds but only rennend rescue, flight and resists the weather defying yet a weather follows yes storms rather to the promised beetle-wonderland
as we have puked fine, the earth spat and what under the magnifying glass in the shade of the slouch hat of the pingpong ball clacks and rather direct struck off, which was to take the same into the bright sunlight and flawless to look for land there is so and so not to see only hardship and anger.
they go further, here there is nothing to see, because the temple is every Thursday morning to commemorate in his own grave stone.
trenches protected individually in tombstone? shadow-boxing to the fairest of them all.
a good face is to prescribe essential to drive the one that concealed hidden hihi, I rate it lends to agree to give away, but what value?
and how he must be considered of value? fairly obvious ...
this is my shrine, a chaotic sanctuary in the wetland, my little oasis of weird tales, whose hand and foot all headless wander-poking and touching in the bottomless gruaen morass, so fragile and wooden, and believe it but it could be from talk to the sink, in which it hineinschlingert without point and comma grim Sehnde blindly determined and straight.
adieu, you naughty game, you adieu wine vile temptation, you sweet adieu, the intoxicated my senses made, because the snake pit is now filled and buried, what remains shows only the dawn, bleary-eyed and silent, eloquent.
can be as strange and uncompromising perspectives but, if the circular reasoning revolves around the horned.
successful journey to Neverland.
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