ist es so schwer einen plan zu haben ?
ist es so schwer einen plan zu machen?
ist es so komliziert festzustellen ob alle das gleiche meinen?
ist es so komliziert festzustellen ob alle das gleiche verstehen?
vielleicht gelingsts trotzdem..... heute um 19h30
Donnerstag, 14. August 2008
Mittwoch, 13. August 2008
Zu Viel
ist alles heute:
manchmal reicht die kraft nicht aus!!!
reden,
essen,
einpacken,fernsehen,
cd brennen,
brief schreiben....manchmal reicht die kraft nicht aus!!!
Dienstag, 12. August 2008
Sonntag, 10. August 2008
Samstag, 9. August 2008
Freitag, 8. August 2008
Donnerstag, 7. August 2008
Mittwoch, 6. August 2008
GutscheinTag
der beginn war gemütlich und entspannt
die gutscheine waren bereit
die mutter und ihr eiscafe kamen dazwischendie gutscheine waren bereit
die kasse war gnadenlos
die müllsäcke mussten wieder nach hause
der fisch wurde gebraten
und wieder reichte die kraft nicht ausder fisch wurde gebraten
hymnos
war stärker
Dienstag, 5. August 2008
Montag, 4. August 2008
Sonntag, 3. August 2008
strange day III
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
manche tage sind so lang
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
und sind trotzdem so schnell vorüber
Samstag, 2. August 2008
WEAEDNPB
Sixteen years,
Sixteen banners united over the fields
While the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
lyrics: bob dylan
Sixteen banners united over the fields
While the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided,
Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication.
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected,
The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,
I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
lyrics: bob dylan
Freitag, 1. August 2008
strange day II
ich bin so blöd , dass ich mich immer wieder mal von meiner eitelkeit und meiner neugier reinlegen lasse....nuvera, rosa mascherln auf arkaden....Donnerstag, 31. Juli 2008
strange day
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.
manche tage sind so kurz
und enden trotzdem nicht
.
.
manche tage sind so kurz.............
und enden trotzdem nicht...........
und enden trotzdem nicht...........
dingle dongle webshop print.......
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.
manche tage sind so kurz
und enden trotzdem nicht
und enden trotzdem nicht
.
.
Mittwoch, 30. Juli 2008
MKL
der Kreislauf war kurzzeitig gestört, gestockt, gestaut, sauer auf mich, überlastet...
hör die signale
folge dem ruf
Dienstag, 29. Juli 2008
DFTR
straße zu mir?straße in mich rein?
wo landet das ganze das da rauskommt?ausweg
........................einweg
meinweg
Montag, 28. Juli 2008
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