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Dirty

Soft lips, soft skin, soft
contour, small ears,
clear eyes, thick hair,
strong back, smooth forehead,
tight legs, narrow neck,
long legs, small feet,
cool hands, full chest, arms
fine, sweet belly.

three times until the sun greeted
but I felt nothing!
three times until the Cock crowed us,
but I felt nothing!

am now wet, I feel so dirty,
you staring at me and say:
"I love you", I mean, "I do not"
you cry, but I, I feel dirty

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thought of God and the law

A God reflects the needs and desires of a population.
His opponent is the fear and the evil that can happen to you.
Can it really be now that these things have not changed for more than two thousand years?
We pay homage to the progress, life is faster, we get older and it should not have changed? How many wars prevailed since and still there is no new God?
Oh, what we have degenerated to that? Where all our creativity and inspiration is gone?
As an ancient treasure chest, we are unopened for years due to waiting for a pirate of us discovered, or should it rather be a nobleman?
All this does not matter, the point is, something must change.
Just because things are written down, they are not valid forever. Are not exactly as many laws simply meaningless? Only there are none of them can change, because the written word is sacrosanct?
means restricting oneself standstill and standstill necessarily mean death. We go on the inevitable road to a corner where a trap is. We all know the fable of the mouse by Kafka? Way and not another it is with us.
We are the mouse and the beliefs and laws are the cat. Like machines, they slide out of our hands and are too powerful, artificial intelligence, we are no longer able to fight back.
Stand up people, you even unpacked from the nose and will be free. Free yourselves from the pressure of the lie down in chains. Will autonomous! But never forget the respect that he who loses the Resepkt lose the foundation of life.
respect your fellow man!
respect nature!
Respect you!

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Do you see the spark that goes by burning?
remains of the fire that I set. The cross

fall it must, you know exactly.
Listen to me! Set your faith on display!

Shivering you stand, the case having regard
pray to God to think that the creator use to you!

black veil wrapped your mind
snow in winter, the water never de-iced

How often do you lay tortured on his knees? Did you
waiting in vain, that he appeared to you?

The wind brings your legs tremble,
can even smell the doubts creep up inside you.

obedience, poverty, celibacy,
values of God and his cruelty.

masochist you were in the illusory game of love, the Bible
sadist, as it pleased you and the others.

Oh, listen to me, could continue to tell forever
will choose a life in which you'll be out of truth. Let

on foreign faith recognize the reality
not rob you let your mind, otherwise it is too late

The cross is burning, you're in the know.
That cross is in solitude.

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horrible genius, trapped in salty water.
Paddle about, he, the misanthrope. Listening
lascivious voices that complain madness -
begs for mercy, for chasing waves cursed him.
Can he look like? He will not know it.
addiction search wants to miss it Weltschmerz. Silver
cooling, gold lights to Trugesschein,
forces the water into it.
swallows, spits, he yells up at the moon.
Damn the world, the depth will run.
drawn down, the misanthrope him.
an iron ball on the bone hanging
it embeds in the infinite surface.
breath of remains, mental decline.
in the end is what übirg is
is fake in a marine layer.

- A sailor

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Relügion

I dodge -
deputy caught up to me.
We play cat and mouse -
me start asking you.

confused thoughts, beliefs
won
dazed by addiction,
climbed the God.

poison for the senses, is what
simply reads.
words of the saints,
a curse for the world.

I dodge - Vice
up, catch me.
We play cat and mouse -
catch me, stand

prophets sing their song,
children fight bloody war.
A battle in which there are losers,
we do everything to win.

break boundaries,
raise walls,
hatred of cursing,
wicked religion.

I dodge - Vice
up, catch me.
We play cat and mouse -
catch me, you alternate

Well roared lion!
it you there in the mirror?
standing in hell,
imploringly to heaven?

One last comment: You are the snake
Ka
Once you have bitten the apple,
to hoist the flag of death.

I dodge - Vice
up, catch me.
We play cat and mouse -
me start asking you.


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No tears

No tears

wine, wine not
crying any tears for me,
because it hurts me.

I am the pain that dwells within you,
I am suffering, I am the sorrow.

I am the mist of your senses,
, I hate the seething within you.

I decide how you're doing,
I determine your path.

I laugh and I smile darkly funny
I claw myself too hard on your heart.

I'm your desire, curiosity,
I am the unknown, I am the night.

I am the envy, sin, the offense
I create shadows in the sun power.

Hold me not too long, otherwise you'll
perish.
not hold up too long, otherwise
flowing tears because of me.

wine, wine not
crying any tears for me, because it sparked
the pain.

wine, wine not
crying any tears for me,
because it hurts me.

to see you cry so hard
fills me with the things that I brought you

ago that I feared me, I hoped
that they never touched me
Oh, hold them tight, the cold droplets.

wine, wine not
crying any tears for me,
because it hurts me.

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downward spiral

down, down, down into the depths of consciousness,
excavating under the skin. Care you saved from Exsistenz.
F *** you, words hurt more. Expression of your shallowness.
tempt me! Invite me to the soul Strip. Touch me!
I'll show you a world where ... Rumpelstiltskin, awareness of the masses.
you feel me? How dry scales from the eyes of a snake. Trap! Traps.
wrong? No, right down to the bone, you feel the knife that pierced into them?
wounds as deep as craters. Oceans of a volcano, endless pain to you.
lava, the words aus meinen Mund - hinein in den Schlund deiner Seele.
Die Seele? Ein Konstrukt der Worte, gekonnt und ungewollt gewollt, könnt ich doch das Dasein vergessen.
Du hast nichts zu sagen, zu sagen hast du nichts. Leere Worte. Traurig. Tränenreich.
Medien, Kontrolle, Worte ohne Ausdruck jeglicher Bedeutung. Versuche nicht dich zu impressionieren Einen Eindruck zu erwecken, der dir nie anhaften wird.
Heute geboren. Sterben um zu Leben, Leben nach dem Tod. Wirklichkeit?
Brenne - ahhhhh - Brenne, wie Feuer dass das Holz umfängt. Hasse mich. Du hasst mich nicht?
Liebe als Tatsache eines unendlichen Versuches etwas zu finden was doch nie exsistent. Fremdwörter die Lorbeeren eines abgebrochenen Distelzweigs der never saw the summit.
Yes, today I will go out the door, smiling, shining, inspiring a false impression that you simply throw in the dust that once emerged from the ashes. One of the only gods eat ashes like the blood of a newborn siren.
worthily you can pat me on the shoulder, you wallow in my shadow nodded accept everything I ever started. But know, I am not to judge the one to judge you are of yourself and do not judge, or you will be directed, as once advised the judge who wanted to address the judge. Contradiction? Give him tested yet.
control, so once associated with the media in contact, I am in you, with the knife on the bone to nachzufühlen, to feel the pain in you and governs you thinking of not more than me to beg for forgiveness? Oh, can not you see the wonderful things to come when it quivers like a flash powder? be
winds up not in your pain, it will not help you if I've only gone there, I will also prepare an end, but it will be long and painful.
painful? No, the words I choose.
jelly, spit, anything real out of the corners of your mouth. Probably tried to play up your way, what started boldly with the fact of your being. To be His? Ha. Ha. Ha. Haaah. I've rarely laughed so much, but I will reward today what led us to each other. The inevitable The fact you kill what lives within us all. By ignorance. By relentless self-loathing. Found in the faith. A belief the former found the weak to defend themselves against those who have the truth flowing in their veins.
suicide?
Accumulation?
my words mockery!
facts, fact, decline.
And yet live ... F *** me I

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gambling

seven, nine or more times gambled
The chip set, turned the wheel,
lost won on the game's new eschauffiert
, devoted the time confused.

shouting for joy, love lost, trying
to stand on wobbly legs - wandered
victims of modern Gesellschaftsgestallung,
millennia ago by people. Today

recovered yesterday what worthless
made gifts of sweet girls.
crazy trying to make way for the hail,
capitalism, standards bodies.

Searching, finding, a book binding
has endured what the tides.
comatose selbsterfindend decided the beach,
circles the sun, the sea gertränkt.

watched as vague nature of kindness,
even climbed the mountain of sin,
robbed one or the other chickens,
weighed the era of infinity.

Stop Jetta doors to behave, I ponder
characteristic blow to beheften to
coniferous forests with rose thorns to play roulette
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the world a not enough

The world is a not enough

Sometimes a man is not enough
because he is no less fallible than oneself
He seeks, he tried, but he finds no answers, we find no
Answers!
But ...
we move on, try to deny
think we trust our self,
But ...
have in reality we fear and run it,
before them our own. We
cowards! Sometimes

is a life not enough
because it takes no longer than oneself
is born, runs in front of him, ends in nothing, you
goes nowhere!
But ...
obey, we try to manifest
believe in the meaning of life,
But ...
In reality, we are building a castle of illusions,
the castle of our lives. We
Pharisees!

is always one of the world is not enough
because they do not offer what we seek.
you are, it endures, but it consumes itself,
you will live to be.
But ...
we do not stop to take on, to covet,
assume power in what we do,
But ... In
Reality, we destroy our dream,
the power of our existence.
Humans!

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In any event, the new format used to. Before, we always chose the posts down and everything was out of the text and the heading below. Now everywhere is, and once I've simply found better. Conclusion of that's that.

Lord, I'm fourteen and already I have begun to say that everything was better. Why can not twenty or thirty years to happen later?

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At my house is all a bit crazy. Dad does what he always does, Mom most of the time with any political matters concerned. Despite (or perhaps because) they have allowed me to New York to go to Center Point. I'm excited. By November it starts, I just have to make the unimportant things, send the official notification. But I know that I accepted, SHIELD has assured me. I do not agree that I will be favored, but I know that it gives me a chance because I can do something because it's something I can do better than others and I know that it would be a waste if I would not go. Wasted potential. As with Mom if she had not gone into politics or Uncle Lucas, who just perfect for his job suitable. He can do better than anyone working with children and young people, he knows how they feel, can empathize with them. I think if that would not be, Mara would never have fallen in love with him. He understood them all, although it is thought that no one can understand them. She once told me a few months ago all the while we were together at the hospital (Dad and Lucas had had a small accident, nothing happened, it had only a cut to be stitched, pretty tame compared with what my family in the past has been through it all. Yes, the Solens / Bishops are quite a psychopath and live a dangerous life, but We stand by this).

I need to read in English a book of Bruce Jones, I do not understand why, because everything you do Kev is getting upset about the book. He says that it is an example of a book that is not good, but in the New York Times bestseller list. He is moving easily on it and can not find it good. Nevertheless, we must read it. As I have mentioned in Janna and Jason's presence, they said that they had read in the past, a book that was in the best-seller list, but was not good. Janna has the book on loan equal in the evening and read it. She was not thrilled, it was bad practice for the same reasons as Kev. The two have very similar taste in music and books. Funny that the two have such a strange relationship to each other, sometimes they go out of her way, then they are again inseparable. Someone must say the two times that they have to choose, instead of going back and forth. This is what happens in the moment at Janna.

Jason is devastated, since Kyla has disappeared in Ireland. Janna told that Kyla has called recently and it was a rather strange conversation that she was not Kyla else, the two are complicated anyway. I always wonder whether Kyla is doing on purpose, as they would not notice that Jason is in love with her, because she is always very attentive and you fall on things, but that seems to Jason her escape.

I was wondering why my brothers are both always so complicated. They could perform simple relationships that are limited to friendship or love and not combine both. Tahiri and I, for example. We are friends, but there is no more, there will be no more. We're just friends. Why do Janna and Jason fall in love with her best friends? Janna does not talk more with Zach, because ... whatever. I will not deal with it, Janna is yes tonight with the other guys, Jack away.

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for the first time in 2007. It is already the 02.01 and it feels yet always different, so in comparison with 2006. But I must say 2007 is good, where in 2006 has not yet at one or the other place so polished. Why? Quite simply, a matter of attitude;)
This we have already noticed that on New Years Eve. 12 clock were all lame and tired and as soon as we were "over there" already started moving into the matter. Where was I anyway? Ah yes, the Frank, like 2 years ago, only this time a quiet and civilized. I mean, it was still morning at 8 clock Eat and what to drink there. Something like this had not previously given. One could say of course, we have learned this, but I finally einfachmal categorically.
stinks on New Year's Eve anyway, everyone has to celebrate somehow and no one plan and see if maybe something better. Then this whole Wünscherei, so my title, who's not yet understood:) But until now I have every New Year's Eve over, and then it will be.
yesterday I was accordingly done, I think there were 8 levels have, but not counted, but would have been be so ^ ^ But have in the evening Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship viewed in English. Let's see if today the two towers are tuned ...
Yes, the last year I was again on Friday in the garage. Have shot off in front of rum and I think every cheer angelabbert Away, any woman that's too stupid to understand. The Sebi we have made up with an encouraging platform Kajal and found himself in the garage, everything was as usual. Have all the time dancing and more drinking. 've Talked to about everyone, as I always do so and stop before I knew it, the evening was already Rum * haha *. Zoff's was also, however, still do not really know why, were all far too close.
Saturday's happened to me not so good, got quite trembled, but was shopping and there were still pockets for spinach Dinner. Yes, that was a. ..
The week I have been every day doing what, let's see if it works, probably not, but we will see and read you will ... Heavy

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