Crack
I'm really not tired of this blog.
I want so much to write at the time, I'm back in one of these phases, exceed the ideas in which the motivation in size and scope and I prefer 'Write' would telepathically, without the annoying use of pen and paper or keyboard. Everything is completely out of order, politics, philosophy, music, art, animals, food, life, whatever. Thinking about the time after school. The constant conflict between anger, love and longing, politics, music and travel. I do not know what will prevail, and that bugs me, because I want to plan the future.
The retching here at home is no help, and there never was one. Next week I take off for a few days, according to Henry Kiel to see it become like would be if I had gone away, even in the summer of Plön. The lab calls and I'm looking forward to the time in this extremely stuffy two-room shack in the city, without school pressures, growing eye or other limitations. I'm looking forward to the night tours, the spraying, the container, the music, the cold, the people. I'm looking forward to jam to cook, do and be what the hell I want, without having to bahalten some shit in the back of the head.
I rarely had the prevailing situation richer than now. I've sent in my application for jobs in order to have the afternoon to do what, to the evening concerts to visit. To save coal, so that I can disappear in summer 2010 pack my things and go.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Can I Run Antenna Wire Under Carpet
but 02/10/2008
Why do I see people everywhere that remind me of other people?
why I meet so many young men who go home at the end of the week?
Why must I meet so many people to whom it is obviously pretty darn good? Why do these people have
everyone know that this is the case?
war Why do I fuck up on my not when it matters?
bekomm Why am I so many things not on the series, even though it condemns important?
Why I let it correct that my mood is determined by other people?
Why am I unable to make decisions that could possibly backfire?
Why is the development of things as it is and why I stand idly next to it?
I dig my luck. My ability to think off. I want to fall into a state of suspension and all want to stand by. I want a break from everyday life, inhabit an island off the company. I want to belong to a tribe, to which the development of the rest of the world has gone completely.
Why do I see people everywhere that remind me of other people?
why I meet so many young men who go home at the end of the week?
Why must I meet so many people to whom it is obviously pretty darn good? Why do these people have
everyone know that this is the case?
war Why do I fuck up on my not when it matters?
bekomm Why am I so many things not on the series, even though it condemns important?
Why I let it correct that my mood is determined by other people?
Why am I unable to make decisions that could possibly backfire?
Why is the development of things as it is and why I stand idly next to it?
I dig my luck. My ability to think off. I want to fall into a state of suspension and all want to stand by. I want a break from everyday life, inhabit an island off the company. I want to belong to a tribe, to which the development of the rest of the world has gone completely.
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