Saturday, July 29, 2006

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rotten shock

rotten shock

rotten shock

saw-them up and down

a magic trick with conflict

here in Zombie Town

hot and cold

the two women shared 'n

rotten shock

one decayed - a long while

looking - looking - for - away -

misere souls too-cool

chimeric

excites the soul-healing


rotten shock


wilder kindergarten


growing up guinea pigs


lustwandelnd warten


playing tricks


mit foulspielkarten


 


rotten shock


singles collection


or penitential sermon


rotröckchen action


carri-on


a bad wolves´ vivisection

rotten shock [re-interpreted]

rotten shock

[first of all here is my penchant for word-twisting expressed as creates an alienation and a new respect. at this point is for example the motif of translingua quality clear when tailors rotten human being from the shock a kilt. then a shoe out of it, and what effect reading after first cobbled together, connects, linked and interwoven in different tracks of different red yarns]

saw-them up and down

[saw-it is to see how easily a play on words with adjectival bilunguale sexy, usually a female, a little tame, so to speak. at the same time spans here on the topic of the first stanza, namely, the good old magic trick with the sawed virgin. as any white man who saw through the trick is this illusion two women from the game, the trick by the merging of the magician to, at least in the eyes of the spectator, who the that an imaginary woman, if wöllte he naturally could again split in two .. up and down, up and down, can now both a physical motion means that it is simply the movement of the mean saw blades, usually from the top down to bottom or later, the back pull out of the leaf, an all trick-spanning element, and finally moved up and down a concrete life that is somehow related with the rotten shock and the kilt, to the later to say more would be]


a magic trick [with conflict

here the zaubertreick then discussed clearly and with it the illusion that fooled and conflict with the separation of imaginary woman or women or both, of course, the conflict in the (moral) use of one or both of them, and with it the negative connotation of trick knowledge, of cheating, of lying and of letting appear. an open-hidden deal with their own conscience (in two senses), another reminsezens colloquial with the performance and truthfulness, an echo of the desire on the one hand and the act to another, which is not always coincide. of course, again split the imaginary woman, and perhaps then beat two hearts in their breasts oh, who knows?)

here in Zombie Town

[pick up the rotten metaphor, the zombies are living dead, who conceived in corruption devouring human flesh pass through their territory, in this case, the whole city. Going back a dead predator, which is moving slowly and almost inexorably to its victim, circling it as a group and escape impossible. predator meets präzeision human perfection, take the powerlessness of death, the remote control operation by the swallow and regain the moral component, as most of the zombies are evil. Incidentally, most zombie movies very trashy. other hand, there are far too many life-like lovely people who feel in their setting is closer to death than to live the. latter observations are more likely to locate on the object side .. we note that is, the three levels, the rotten scene, the self-respect and the association with the others, one or two women or n, which may come there.]


hot and cold

[dead are cold, while it may be hot, emotions boil, ice cold, they can also be played and from the people is the playmate and the heat and cools the heat, the warmth will return, or gives a person the moment to feel safe by the conflict, before they return to and herreißt between the chairs of their own was so at least the individual target hot-blooded and planned, at least on certain side of the benevolent, with anxious mind to the alien, a more personal respect;. make hot and cold and let the rollercoaster of emotions in the object]


the two shared wives

[again the splitting of the imaginary, time and again highlighted the intra-personal fission of one or the other . here the possibilities of the new beginning, where the results of an unhappy life, associated link in the wizard, unknown in their two boxes lying completely committed to the illusion that the audience is a woman, to be held for the production. where there must be no external public. It is the moment in which the trick happens, performed. it were the high point, follow an up and down, divided in space and then through the plural and the time. and sometimes in two parallel spaces discussing]

rotten shock

the main theme [is repeatedly addressed. the sudden shocks of the revolution and of course, appear that there was life at one time or unexpectedly suddenly my succession. I was instantly ensnared wrapped or wrapped around the finger, and rarely do I longed for a look behind the scenes. This yearning was the shock element and something felt wrong with in my state. to be or not to be asked, shaking the spear, all that is found in rotten shock again]

one decayed - a long while

[the game with the multiple be possible interpretations, within "decay" can be in the short time do not cover completely, especially when man takes into account the ambiguities in the translations yet. here can steam the meticulous literary researchers, a memorial to be meaningless-the impossibility to detect a calling and all that. important is the openness of one sex, where the subject-object problem occurs again, as it is not clear who participated by all, the imagined woman, the two women, the magician are meant. next to it, so much can be said, is in decay, of course again the rotten and the manager or zombies. a long while is translated wrong, of course, perhaps with the boredom, if the final process to decay is assumed with foresight, this sunset element, shake the can no longer, but only with a weary cynical smile, can be accepted with determinism determined during the process takes even more, thinking that is completed only when it occurs and is simply waiting patiently, this passivity is not necessarily active support on a personal meta-level (bla) is perceived, word play we can also discover the decade, with the distance-holding tie-wave (!) combines striking and comments with a long time a large amount of time a seemingly unbridgeable distance, which then leads back to all the negativity of decay and in advance past despair and boredom]

looking - looking - for - away - misere

[detained why is this is game obviously is looking and looking, looking for the search operation, the active, not being clear whether someone inspected or examined whether the investigated investigated whether the search should be scared away, looking as if the way out is out of the misery is, or whether it is looking for one in the misery into which they analyzed results;. it is a despair at even an addiction itself a self-seeking, and generally combine the three main characters that are implicit here on stage, the Here in the self-seeking, selfishness investigated and perhaps also in and between them played out somewhere looking for the miserable way out after one and a scare with the apostrophe in "off!" and "away", shouted like a dog who is naughty. we want to sell and we can not investigate the looks and whose? or we look for? or the imaginary woman, so to speak, the one, or even the other?]

souls too-cool

[to be very happy, too much soul to devour the inside alive to focus on, suddenly physically make the psyche, the alleszermalmende conflict again, the souls in the chest once budding investigated which, as on assessment, the operation of the streamlined, nevertheless distinction between emotion and cognition in mental life. incapacitated by clearly have dirty, sexual, sexy, yet abstract, in search of feed, as the wolf just does and then again, my soul, sensitive and longing for sensation and sensibility, the feelings, the compassion of others and again, no one knows of Who is talking, she or they or I, ego, the place the soul, a corresponding positioning in prison]

chimeric

[what I am, not meat, fish, a changeling artificially assembled with scorpion sting, stinging, stinging or a lion-heart, noble and good and fantastic yet this, it is reminiscent of humanity, imagination, illusion myth, unreal, a sham an illusion of their own frightening monstrosity includes, yes, you're so much creative chimeric ....]

the excited souls

[ agitated or excited, but something is stirring, it will take place suggestions, the search in connection with the soul more this time with medical terms, by the inherent sensitivity to this side fetched, borderline otherworldly come about to get excited about to come in excited. understand? concepts that make dense, oppose and speak excitedly anticipating the fulfillment of that opposites again attract, give not the Blöse that everything will be fine and heal goslings in its entirety and perfecting something happens, a fever in the heated metabolism, balm for the weak heart. jolted awake, alert, awake. we remember up and down, so skip the excited heart. the grain of hope, in the germ-excitation in the germ-motionless, returning the first makes rebend. but nipped in the sterile, dying, irritated contaminated with germs. threatens to dry up the healing. then-as possible.]


rotten shock

[the rotting is shocked banned just before the stampede, the damned, derogatory rotten felt shock. the shock as the episte comes up, that he understood it in the rotten and must again helpless. and all surrounding mitschockiert start from their, the other set up the other set of the unfounded scare that cleans thoroughly, and the reasons decaying, understands and does so purely engaged, and that something can]

wild kindergarten

[an Anglo-German cooperation, a komperativ or not. wild: wild, ungebärdeter, kindergarten looser reins. seduce children, abandon. Raging kindergarten, because it is not clear who unleashed here and lit, and who seduced and metaphorically as the childhood is .. after all we are founded by several children from different, perhaps this which is already due to age.]


growing up guinea pigs

[breed one of a cute house pets in terms adult animals, from trial, guinea pigs or bunny, bunny and obscenity. the self-estimated production of toys, living toys and grow up again, the motif found in a decadent and so much more time needs to happen in a relationship can taste than a veruschen and, more constant mature. The Magician becomes the plaything of his own illusions or the women from whom he is dependent, so that his imaginary woman can emerge as a whole and can make the world public, she has seen.]

strolling wait

[loss change, and change in the interests lascivious faunus a constantly swinging pendulum between the interests and wait where it is leveled to or but the toys for bridging the waiting time until the event occurs, it will perhaps be one time, which builds on the hope, not to mention the meantime, enjoy. whether the toys are transforming themselves or a third done manifests itself, is left to the impossible future perspective. even those who are strolling here and interests and expectations with which that is not resolved]

playing tricks

[game, was illusion. I do not play with you, I'm looking for the seriousness of life, or I play the trickster and seriously out of you, the pendulum swings again and into the unknown into it. in addition, not all tricks and tricks in the game against the banned or regulated, and sometimes even desirable or is it a degree of relief, a retarding moment? ]

with foul play cards

[a someone tripping but who and whom and what and how many are we and when will it happen? with open cards or sedan covered with masking or, in the closed, a poker face in the face and selectively targeted just none to give rise to false suspicions, or at least to escape the eternal psychologizing, which can then be avoided but never .. but then played out a sheet of referring to the players a leg and if it was a swallow and it does not make a summer? it is all open and a game and yet the request and for some it is so, to live for something real something permanent and whether it's a broken leg or a staging .. the card tricks to confuse the end. rotten and foul then are the true barriers to overcome this to get to the target. The cards are also awarded over again and it will be different socks and have played with different people utnerschiedlich and they are not always painted with love. after a long time in the pub suff yellow and sticky, just lazy. but where the journey goes well, they are cards with you. too lazy to get serious about my play search is to take after the joker, the wildcard.]


shock

rotten [as a cheap title of a dark electronic dancefloor tear. tear umm yes it could go, prostrate, tear tear, therefore, a predator in the neck bitten and twisted. the bold presentation as a predator and the fear that lives behind it, similar to the neck of the rogue, rotting and ugly, slightly shocked at the two faces, the rotten shock, the malicious remarks against the youth, which eventually ended the game, like a goosebumps shocker the vortex wanders as a threat by their own gambling. and against the fear of rotten shocks when the whole face is uncovered of a Janus-faced, and the depth of the abyss, obviously, and their fear of the shock in him and therefore the hide in malice, a witches dance and then the rotten smell of desolation, of another failed attempt if it is clear that once again fooled the youth of old the one that fooled, fooled the self and can not even Weerden longer subject spitefulness but lack experience. the two limits of the horizon of experience, too much or too little and in between the ego in the steady state of the rotten shock.de bad and bad is bad and it feels bad, the bad bad drives, etc.]

singles collection

[Listen to his hearing, his own siren song of falling collect a series of options. put together a best of which can be seen, the old tired marketing pearls, perhaps the secret of the overlap to go. a collection of singles meet and the whole concept is lost, it was arbitrary and collecting, compacting and gins, so close together. the whole society in the single delusional and it turns off from hit to hit more, hit me baby one more time to investigate the game with longing, they connect all again, and imagine the woman sawed in the two boxes sitting and a head and two feet by two different people are sometimes tanned white sometimes pale and not both boxes and lovingly the magician decides what it hides and prospects whom he can be and how the audience with one thousand pinpricks through the openings of the boxes sold something, until he makes a mistake and dripping blood, perhaps their own and then again is the only illusion and some of the boredom of failure, of the failure, of rejection and uncertainty. these three singles and the imagination that connects them, and yet does not say where she thinks and where, pressed in large quantities and marketed through and through, shimmers booklet in thousands of colors on the stage and then is all a game that takes place without knowing with whom and how much space. as a human being just waiting for the arrival of life, the live music that interpretation. collect a happening, an event, the impossible]

or penitential sermon [or suffer from the threat or the buses are based on the following warning. and one or logical sense, a true always both or one or another but not none, always, perhaps. the poem is one where it reveals itself here in the penitent for zukünfitge did the aspect of the appeal but was too short but so far, a yearning for catharsis sermon in the eternal recurrence of the same old, a sermon, a promise of salvation and the whole is bored for a long time and repeatedly asked and tretmühlenartig and the bad and the good some crosses, crosses and over again before the decision, and leaves unclear who which some bites from biting completely silent mare.]

rotröckchen action

[a Redcoat with hood, is a basket. the rotröckchen that rotröckchen, it seems the summer mode of being stingy and no one with it. nothing is kleinkarriert and then there was the kilt, he appeared very close and shortened diverting the time and whether or enticing a naked guinea pig eh, who knows. a side view of half a staircase or an excursion to a forest clearing, it was really great. rotröckchen and emigrated with hood, generally the rotkäppchen Fires cheerfully informed of the tale in the sunset at the mouth of the evil wolf and not have to be suspicious? who will then pull out his knife collection and cut something from the rib or the sword of Damocles dagger put the swing and what can be indicated which of the many-and why it is so hot summer and it has to do cause this? and the flower there? only one summer? or a long while? ten years and even more? maybe it flourished even something on and it would be rewarding enough, a little luck and heat and sunlight in the dark of night have donated to, for all the problem-child in the garden, the flowers, the flowery phrases, it reached only inadequate, but is naive rotröckchen it could ever be naive as a child and was already the grandmother, she has made great eyes and ears or has been swallowed up and now? and it is weighing on the heart, depending on the angle and feel. the nose of the wolf rises up into the wind or in matters and affairs that concern may not, but do to alleviate the life-and he, the wolf is strained, laborious effort, tries. let it go!

carri-on

[aasmotiv the rotten and diseased greet the maggots in the meat can, of course (and) metaphorical. the natural meaning rotten and comfort of the sofa tear meat, wrap it around like a roulade, optionally tofugefüllt of carbon, and all in the performative of the Bad Wolf, a self-doubt rather than a factual, it cramped braced frame, the dead flesh, indecent. the foul breath of the various-law the slip of the tongue spreads and dries in the sun, then go back and tanned legs out of the project with the rotröckchen schiefgestelltem hinterherstarren.oder pale head and white and anxious aimlessly. Carry on - Carry on, madness of, fat booty, the little sheep to pull dry, seven kids, from the sheep's clothing, or at least create the wolf fur? these have to be considered all-round consideration ambivalence. continue to experience again and again continue new-greed, the greed of the wolf and the meat is waiting for him. it is so sexually, it is not, because the wish is there for ever more, but it is much aas a raven, nevermore. never do. do not worry and fear take plunge terrible roller-coaster in the world flesh and the will to tackle gang together instead of being overwhelmed, but it could also overwhelm the wolf and he knows what must be at the end. the conflict between humanity and his wolf, the zombie-mania, the emotional junkie looking addicted lunatic is the wolf .. mixed with the venture under the catch souls. under the rotröckchen. they are in their crates, coffins floors with double, the double standard demoralized and confused, sometimes grinning with a wolfish and cheers and plays and playful and with and the wolf tried quite enchanting as to take magic to allow bear and so happen the things. and the theater goes on, in search of something that continues as an affair. but what I'm talking nonstop for? then the business of the illusionist and a little slice of imagioniert persecuted and rushes, hunted look he can rest a little with someone and if so it can be separated. questionable ad infinitum. and only the event will bring to light. It is the mission, the pact with the inner demons and the trappings of the utterances and the temptations. to fight hair.

a bad wolves' vivisection

[a dissection of the evil wolf, the evil wolves. the evil wolves dissect the flesh make aas, can act lazy claims tearful, it decomposes and reacts and destroyed, and only won to engulf everything hinunterzuschlingen that do not get neck fully, but he dissected to be understood also to support and understanding to give, depending on which case we see and then he rips the heart out, tear the hearts out, sometimes beneficial, sometimes painful, always alive, but dead, in between the metaphors, everything culminates, the caring, the caring, the care, supply, and get the and use clever use of the scalpel-sharp intellect as a forward and appeal to a superior or a future at all and then he himself will split and it is all brought out what is in it and he is pushed into the hole and drowned in grief and sorrow and tears and the wolf envelope is discarded and destroyed his hope that he could not have decayed.es sit just ripped one, a fragment of a wordrapping and a search for meaning, and yet again a search, a request. because after all, lies the imaginary woman, and the magic and what is cut and divided appear and what the death ordained, prescribed in a sermon of repentance was what was in repent before and fear and we fear him all the wolf to the wolves, will again assembled and in the end she stands, this coach, this player, this illusionist on stage and with the show, the show endures, and transported him when she carried on hands and gallant stands before the audience and the magician and publish them to a duet and sing this song, this way, even a long while. then opened the corpus and put all sore-free and everything dariun organically moves and it is closed again and the wolf rotten disappear in the darkness of the gloomy foreboding and clueless remains of the wolf remains of the magician, remains the woman left, the women rotten and turned around to redrock shock, and all because of two kilts in the ego got involved, with his thoughts determine, without something to. frankly completely closed, a journey of discovery with mixed, but ultimately enlightening.]

would remain much to be said of rotten shock. so the stage is set for the reading / n

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

How Much Is A Ruby Worth To A Pound

necessarily

as if that would be the end of the beginning. impossible possible or impossible possible. not a dream, not a promise. a creed, an appeal an unfair understood to the attempts to meet again. has come in full, promised the animal.
and the human, humanism and befruchteteten realized, in whole theological and yet not sabbatinisch (which has nothing to do with tennis), an eternally recurring eschatological working conditions of an exemption, an unconditional decision of the performance of those who, away from something that we will adopt honor in the world-becoming, mon dieu.
because we are human between human rights and crimes against the "invalidity one as if, in the dynamic change in the access-escape attempt to try to recognize, without which recognize mortgage, which we do not recognize, even if we do not to our know who and how many we are. People who think times after and before and up and solve a firm hand, so be sure powerless powerless.
sovereignty without a dictatorship of the masses embossing without citizenship and subjective, in the awareness is not something that is not nothing but who to be and admit you to do without forgetting what it is, confess, [I] professer [/ I] [I] confesser [/ I] and the history you look as meta (-euphoric) and tell drag heavy and throw away your stone Sisyphus, forever just because he returns he is perhaps too soon gone.
it must be published in this unique performance, and what should be and what will happen necessarily, the name of the philosopher, as philosopher, above all else, because the factory has gone before, which is in the process arrive at the present, but not as if it them and is not more than playing in isolation from the world stage in its own juice as something may be (re) producing what it is not itself was, but his frame has to stay busy in the conditional, limited in expression and form, which should be ogffenlegen, published in itself by itself, the factory.
it might, it would however, that as of whether, if so, then at least, if Walsh would have it, as it was, whether before, as a conditio sine qua non, are quite inkonditional, even essential, self- to ask to leave, perhaps to return to self purging, the understood order, the understanding not to do wrong to regard themselves, of course, that is as aware as lighting, when being constantly reflect on itself, it may once and then always been so original as possible, it happened without any considered to have happened just so impossible, what is happening when it happens, perhaps (or not). So there
corresponding locates locates, moves away in a rhetorical pirouette, in my case from the retort, so maybe there could seize our impeller itself and from the tretmüller flußmüller a course without hardship, world still in working on the engagement entirely without unparadisisch paradigmatic and dogmatic, but only if each word could be done to children, before the ineffable-be-condition that it itself does, carried out in in the factory, so that it may happen now and then. little difficult.
who what where and whether this is just going on here, can hardly say no access, but maybe can even be signed by the recipient and choose slowly but quickly. Thus, the performative is represented by the beginning of its resolution in the end, as if perhaps not yet.

only summarized briefly.

Sunday, July 2, 2006

Panty Girdle Galleries

changeling @ 2006-07-02T21: 14:00

Coated

The Old Man of bread scattered on the window sill in order to enjoy the birds who came to visit him. He thought he would be lonely when he was not. The dilemma of his life.
breakfast he was in dread. He was in his mid thirties, but already tormented his tired bones so many niggles.
debt was among other things, the wrong diet. Dripping fat and they had to be, "the right thing, for a man," as he called it. And often in his dinner table could be luxurious. "Man (n) and only treat it."
He had constructed the image of the eternal child around them. It allowed him to missteps, he took responsibility for themselves and others and no one was allowed to be angry long. He also gave the young, as he associated only with younger ones. This young Fraundeskreis had earned him his nickname, the Old Man.
He was characteristically agile enough to fill this role, physically rather stocky. This girth he brought to bear, was whenever he accused his childish behavior. Then suddenly he was the silver-gray wolf, the old man, experienced, who had been through a lot of shit. Yet he was repeatedly confirmed how young he was still.
He played the gigolo. With instinctive certainty, he was always women who sought him as a father and friend. Ten years difference, it should be. They also needed an unshakable belief in the division of labor between the sexes, and they had to acknowledge him as a protector. They should cook, can keep children and knuckle. They had daughter for him and his mother in one. For that he paid them with experience, he paid them with sex.
It was easy for him, nice girl to conquer with his lies. He had that charm, that special charisma for first impressions. A few roses here, a glass of wine there, always the same calendar sayings about love. Person would have to call it cynical and calculating, he would not be fully absorbed in his role (about the total, as people nachsagt Hitler and the role of the leader occasionally).
course he was against his buddies, (because he had no real friends,) also to the other extreme, the absolute Machosein capable. His volatility
and his moods were his positive image to crumble quickly, collapsing the facade. He could never long of a woman or man should say, from one thing to stay fascinating. Always, he moved on, in his infinite greed for youth, which he equated with continuous change.
He saw ever-changing faces on his sofa, from people he in his den, his apartment had lured the suburbs, where he granted them as a sovereign, absolute master of the house audiences. In fact, he ordered to audiences, because he was slightly angry when people turned down an invitation.
He loved his home. The elect, he offered here the performance of household types, which also could be time sensitive and not so smart and confident, like he always did.
His guests were like the birds he drew on the window sill. The bread crumbs were chunks of inwardness, which seemed to reveal it. Always feel as much as necessary so that people could be chosen because he learned it something personal, a look behind the mask was given. No wonder he likes to eat onions. For behind the one figure was only the next. Everything was composed. His life was a role-playing. Perfectly executed roles, unfortunately selected two-dimensional Hollywood figures. He loved the flat mass productions of the dream factory. Therefore
disappeared soon gained him the love for people who, once they are no longer the total superficiality, this tragedy endured. Some did not even know why they avoided him. He was in many ways too much.
His partners, he drove himself (or should tell people he exchanged them?)
from revered became lovers, lover of life were companions. Girlfriend and he promised the marriage until they were boring. Because marriage meant loyalty, loyalty meant a halt meant the loss of youth and adolescence was all that kept him away from the depression. Youth saved him from loneliness.
boredom drove him into the arms of neighbors. Which was then carefully contingency plans for the affair. "Flying change," he called it in his diary. The real diary, which he did not show special friends sometimes. What was new was better. The old man was put off, or weggepoppt secretly. He was a Filou and knew two of his ladies against each other. The New then became the new lover, life partner, etc.
-men held him frustration and purchases fit the dreams of big money. be hip and young, had things to get the distorted image in the mirror upright. "If you tried new can not be old," was his philosophy. He was convinced, after all, he was the only one of the longer believed in him. His fountain of youth were espresso machine with milk frother, the latest mobile phone forever with penis enlargement guarantee, an ultra-horny multimedia facilities, and of course the best laptop in the city.
with which he made Ebay uncertain to again and again to secure bargains. His last achievement was a disco ball in the bedroom, which he irradiated with a brothel-red lamp. He also dreamed of larger purchases: a billionaire villa in Majorca, a silver arrow from the first series or a luxuriously equipped with a bowling alley island somewhere in Polynesia.
While he dreamed of the latter only, he acquired an easy fortune already with the peanuts out of petty cash.
"Why a need for operation 1000 € stamps?" He borrowed the money only, and soon he would travel there. For this he was fishing, rich friends who were able to quickly and willingly to advance by 500 € until end of month. He had recognized that a Armanianzug opened the door.
Often enough, however, the time is not everything in order. Then he was quickly back on the road.
Besides his love of games just changed his socks and his jobs in the same frequency.
He called the "Fast-paced and modern", in less happy playing moments, he said bravely. "I can manage" If
his charm had then helped him again, to sneak into a position as supervisor of a doubtful call center, his former lover whispered biting: ". shit always floats above"
But sometimes, sometimes, because he lost everything at once.
His "friends" were not blinded in the sense of the word corresponding simulated. The women joined forces and together and blew his whole emotional tour threw back at him, made him melancholy, and no audience far and wide, he could give Ethan Hawke as Hamlet. The last
Gentlemanagreement with an employer had burst and his reputation in an industry or city first then. These
Times, it mutated into the TV junkie. From the large flat screen wallpaper, flickered against scandal reports, when tormented him more solitude. Strange voices, strange people! The oldest joke in the entertainment industry. He needed no interaction, only one-way communication. White Noise, which made the silence inaudible.
Every two weeks he received his little daughter. He playful with her minutes and hours, you put the world to their feet and inoculated one, the new dad would be a bad person. This was followed by calls to his only ex-wife. Complaining of his behavior in front of him, held his way he would put a lot of trouble threatening in severe cases, their daughter no longer him leave.
"Will finally grow up," was the most commonly used phrase in all these discussions. The
outraged him, pushed his fortress of ignorance and pride. However, he held something in the track. Finally, he could only help his daughter to become a good person, when he went in appearance to the demands of the mother.
"This whorish bitch," as he called them genuine in his diary. Constantly changing partners were simply not a role model for young girls. One day he would be rich and give to his child a proper home, far away from this witch.
Then came the bad news: Mother and daughter were with the new man to pull Illinois.
in a few months was at the parade. All labor and actions did not help. The decision stood. In complicated, seemingly official German wording, he wrote to authorities in order to generate sympathy for his situation. Unfortunately, he had been seated, smoking pot would make creative. Accordingly, incomprehensible and drivelling, had his requests for gasoline appear normal official. The loneliness was given a new dimension.
He fed his birds with sad countenance. Sparrows, blackbirds, tits and finches. As he
the elect, who had held out the longest, had said until recently, he recently even a falcon sighted.
Two weeks later, his animal guests were gone. The St. Francis had no audience more. Only the powerful Falcon could be one more, two times look. But his prey had disappeared and he had to open itself to other hunting grounds. Breadcrumb accumulated on the plate Sims outside the kitchen window. No beep did more.
The old man drank, for he could not understand it. He would smoke weed, he might frighten his connections with his lived platitude.
He was sure to be a believer. The more difficult it was to understand how God could take him past his playmates. It filled the old man with blind rage.
How could he imagine that he even sacrificed his brood had liked? He had no idea of the relationships in ecology. He could see no connection between their feeding and food for the hunters. He could not understand how he happiness of the animals had destroyed his happiness. Angry and awesome at the same time as Fernandel as Don Camillo, he spoke at the cross on his wall. Unlike the film was no answer. So he took baths in his rage against the Creator and the melancholy. He swore and ducked back anxiously. Because of his supposed heresy, his anger soon changed into self-hatred, and soon in drunkenness. Could
the women do not understand that he loved one more than the others? (And the next and the next one ...) Could not the friends understand why he asked her to him (for his show)? Did the company now consider the cash? (Worst spies, were in fact she did not suffer, it was an elaborate plot because he was different ...)
Yes! He was different than the others. Whenever he was betrayed by those who should have understood him. Those that were as different as he had, but must be with him.
his difficult childhood, his misery in private, as in economics, everything was because he was different and no one wanted understand him.
Everyone would have understood how such a belief was silly, but he was otherwise banal. He was blind to the realities.
He reached into the cupboard, took a new bottle and sucked it like a mother's breast. Sharp and bitter it was burning in his throat. Exactly what he needed. "A hard drink for hard men," he beweihräucherte himself
A last drink that would purify him ...
course, was all his fault. Of course, he had screwed up. Of course, he had sold them all because it was unfinished. Unfinished as a child. He would crawl to the cross. He was good at. He would whine for forgiveness. No one would be so hard-hearted be and reject him. Then they would laugh and forget it. A moment of openness and he would be back in the one-eyed king in the land of the blind, which he could sell anything.
But he had reckoned without the host (the dear). Half a bottle later, he observed, accompanied by stomach cramps, which he had been drinking.
The magic word of his purification to be called methanol. With his consciousness vanished his eyesight. Had not his grief-CD had a scratch, and they would not repeat the word "love, love, love, love, love ..." ad infinitum, and this would not happen at a volume that its neighbors animated to inform the men in green, he would have choked on his vomit.
As it broke man on his door. After one or two bumpy kicks (against the stereo) man called an ambulance and the life of the old man took a dramatic turn.

"You covered your account," he admonished himself. "It's time to pay the bills and live a life in dignity."
These words had burned into his memory. By leaving the hospital he was slowly and steadily grown.
Now he was really old. He was completely gray and lonely in honor of what he did not see. Not out of self-deception, but because his blindness was irreversible. Just as irreversible as its separation from the wrong, young friends. This led now own old life with marriage and a permanent job and all the others what he never had, let alone wanted.
His pride had enabled him to live independently. No escape in drugs, no audience. His daughter was married in the meantime, Maryland. She had long forgotten. Fidel
he walked through his attic, he knew, as his pocket. He called no one. He had to work no more and had to produce for anyone. Occasionally, he received a visit, but he was always happy that can quickly adopt again. Stranger upset just everything. Once he had been looking for weeks his opener.
Although he was blind, yet seeing. He now knew what was at stake. He was happy, doing good for his godson in the Congo and let the new sparrows on his windowsill.
His big day but should still to come. It happened like this:

ran the TV. He waited for the film Nosferatu with Max Schreck. A classic! Until then, however
would take several minutes. At the moment, ran one of these sprouting like weeds telenovelas, soap operas were called earlier.
However he let the blind comments. He liked the serious and reassuring voice of the speaker.
They just told him the story of the current image:
"Jakob the space traversed. . He opens a bottle of bourbon and smell it, "
The voice of the male cast member said:" Nice flavor is your booze, Small "
The commentator went on:" James gives himself some of the whiskey into the glass, it pans in front of his eyes, drink the contents of a train and hammer it in the masculine gesture on the table. In short, he remains with a slightly distorted face, he wipes his hand with the back of his mouth. Ellen sneaks up behind him. Carefully she opens her red hair and it can boil it down his back. Jakob noted their proximity and turns. He pulls her toward him. They kiss. "
It was followed by a commercial break.
"Bourbon" thought the old man, "a good idea."
Since the incident he had not been drinking. In his refrigerator he kept for guests a bottle of Jack Daniels. could (He paid attention to quality ...)
After so long ago a draft of not damaged. In fact, he had become very disciplined and had learned to be moderate. Accurately he found what he sought, and poured on. Two were relatively cl for the visually impaired and so, ten of it. He tipped the brew pleasure behind the band. According his long abstinence was his condition when the show went on.
"Jacob and Ellen kissing," added the voice again, after enough blue test liquid had gone over the airwaves.
"He reaches under her blouse," said the commentator, "then he touched her breast. She knocks on the fingers trying to loosen. Undeterred, he continues. "
man she heard inarticulate sounds to the letter" M "emit based. Desperate talk back, suffocated in a kiss.
The old man knew this reaction.
The comment began again: "Jacob is wild and bring them skillfully on a purple shag case. Careless he rips open her top. She is not wearing a bra. He pushes her skirt up, frantically opens his pants. "
Ellen sobbed.
Jakob insisted: "Come on baby, you want it too."
She struggled to this day: "No, please, James," she begged, "I am not yet ready."
There followed a long-drawn scream.
dry spokesman said the events: "More and more brutal forces of the man's wife to relent. Finally, he takes off his pants and forcibly enters into it. "
sounded in the background cries of pain and crying spells against low-excited Wheezing and groaning at.
The Old Man was outraged. Each, however, who watched the scene with eyes could see nothing. It was all skillfully concealed and hidden, a clinically clean soap opera-rape. In his mind it was different. It cavorting genitals in large format in long-term close-ups. As a greedy vicious drooling and drooling in progress, the kisses on an endless suffering, pain-stricken face was pressed.
He was sure that by the transcription still a lot was lost. The viewer would have to follow with even more impressive images these atrocities. Disgusted, the old man joined the program. The
just saw him no more, however, los. How could such a program are shown in the early evening? Rape, vulva in 16: 9 format, a penis of a meter long, hard, bloody shocks, violence of all kinds
plagued him nightmares that night.
(Michel Foucault, the long shadow casting climbs a staircase to switch from an expressionistic black and white atmosphere in the cheap set of a television studio, where he more women tear brutal as an animal, as it would have been able Klaus Kinski in his best days.)
Some of the impressions he recognized from the later belonged again Murnau classic. Other elements escaped his knowledge, he only rarely with philosophical Discourses had come into contact. The bulk of that to what he remembered was, but this shameful perversion of a television program emerged, which was the desert and heinous that he had ever experienced in the goggle-box.
When he woke up drenched in sweat, he realized he had to do something.
He immediately left from the telephone exchange the number by saying a lawyer, which he then reported on this shocking show. This incited
however. He had the night before the series followed along with his daughter and had been secretly even disappointed by the prudery of the images. The latter, of course he shared with no.
(The comments the old man took him to the idea, however, pursue such content, eyes closed, so as to achieve in the imagination of the Blind Comments an explicit viewing pleasure.)
addressed to his potential client, he had announced it would achieve nothing. The images would have been completely family safe and no one can do something for the imagination of the dirty old boys.
put off this way, was looking for alternatives.
From American series, he knew where the law failed (and it always did, without the appropriate star attorney), as zealous reporter had to uncover and prosecute.
feverishly, he conducted research in the fundus of his memory and soon were found old friends, who now works for a newspaper. So it happened the impossible. The story of the blind
obscene comment wandered through a provincial newspaper was the first to hear minor Blind Magazine, called cassettes journals. From there, they came as an absurd piece of the Internet Fund, and made a laughing stock the rounds in various forums. Finally, the incident threatened as a hoax to take into cultural memory, not the silly season had come between them.
Some of committed social intervention on the issue and made it clear how much gravity in so put a seemingly harmless joke. This in turn made a backbencher in the Bremen citizenship Use to distinguish himself politically. He did the press drum and managed to at least a half-page article in the period.
the turn read the journalist who had interviewed the old man originally and saw his chance to gain some reputation. They introduced another call, this time was better heard. Two days later, reported the picture and brought the concerns of the elderly man on the front page. The headline read: "Image for the blind." A headline for the last caused a sensation, which he had wanted from the beginning.
Many avid readers wrote him fan mail. It was a league for blind-friendly television set, the continuous inflow was intense and soon took effect on all visual media. In fear for their audience led the first private, soon the public broadcaster a violent and Sexpogrom among their content through. Even stations that offered no comments Blind, joined the, when directed, out of blind rage born chase, against them.
(Indignant cries, who opposed the alienated use of the word pogrom died away, while the unheard ...)
Everything needed was too much explanation to evoke with the blind, no perverted pictures, was a banished once and for all the television landscape.
This led to the fact that more culturally again valuable content on the TV screen flickered. Aestheticism experienced a renaissance. This could of course do not stop the crash of the audience. Unfortunately, had since been adopted at EU level, a law that rigidly against the slightest hint of eroticism gentlest in the moving image was going on. So there was no way back for the station. Restrained criticism stirred, most recently in the FAZ, with the multimedia iconoclasm. In contrast to the polemic mirror, with reference to the fact that it was not a multi-media event. Indeed, reprinted increasingly pornographic literature and even the intellectual leadership of the writer's guild, took focus more on the subject. After all, books were all Contingencies go, the more the suspicion of perversion in the text itself resolve.
After some back and forth, the FAZ was in dispute is small at this feature and instead made his mark with the concept of the hyperreal Viktorisanismus, which would shape as the name of a style era.
television lost in that time, more and more important. The people were re-educated. They had no other choice. Recently with the pan-European Internet censorship, thanks to expensive Chinese of purchased software, was reading back en vogue. Full of enthusiasm to millions of fans waited for the Release of the forty-fifth volume of the Harry Pothead saga ("Harry Pothead and his Tantric Wall").
short, the main instruments of dementia industry had been thrown from a stuffy objection embittered blind man. Ironically, characterized died as a result, the subspecies of this self-righteous old men whose extraordinary character of two-dimensionality was made. (Instead, a new breed of people appeared on the horizon, the talk of long hours, apologetic Geseier whose behavior over specific consideration was marked.)
The narrowness of the old man finally had some effect. His life had almost gained the sense that he had been looking for.
Unfortunately, he was, shortly before he received the Order of Merit, his former Advocate shot, which the source of his dirty fantasies had been stolen. (The lawyer was one of these widespread species laws intelligent illiterate, without their own inspiration for the television was a question of desire.)
appeared in time for the funeral, "The real diary of the Old Man" and was due to explicit representations of a hit. Fans regularly scattered bread crumbs on his grave to feed the hawks, just as he had wished in his records.
The verdict in the murder trial before the Nuremberg district court will be announced next week. Process observers believe Justice should their own personal reasons for have a tough decision.
We will live, in detail and report on the blind ...