Ride with me
Nothing comes to my mind. No clear idea. Dull and blurry is buried in the subconscious rage, probably straight out in a strange world. A world that is so far and yet our parallel. An anti-world?
Can you imagine that his life held the other way around? How this would be reversed? If it were from the same world and would only refer to humans. Would be the dumb smart? Pretty people ugly? Would people care to keep the long-standing relationships in this world are singles at once? Can it be that these worlds are mutually dependent? Or they do not exist at all? Imagine that everything would be complementary to a large whole in the end and pick up each other. Death as a merging of these parallel worlds. Each I would ultimately have seen it all, only just aware of their own world and in the other subconsciously. Is it worth the time to think about things solchne? I could write a book about it. Another idea of thousands, and yet it is not perfect. Perhaps I finished my anti-these ideas in his world. An irrational thought as an excuse to not finish it?
So what precisely is in our dreams? If you manage not assured even new worlds, in which you want to live? If it does not pursue the goals that we? Determine the objectives of our world! The world is changing with different objectives. Addiction is no more for new people, enabling a new world? Not that the old one would not necessarily like, it is not, but targets are fulfilled or you fail in trying to reach them. A re-orientation, like a world change? The behavior is just an adaptation to the new circumstances?
So what I'm sitting at home alone again and ponder about the world, where I ought to learn? I would much rather get drunk and not thinking. Stuck hovering about, am unstable. The foundation, so that foundation? Ruins. Ruins, one thing I should write about. Today? Tomorrow? In the anti-world?
admiration for the creative cabinets, even me. See the creative but only as illusionists in a trivial world. Ah, so it is not trivial, but at least you strive to the best of it to make. A permanent life with two voices in my head. Four worlds? How many have the same or moved. What would you for 15 minutes of fame, do a moment just for you alone? What would you do in those fifteen minutes?
Permanent rotate the final scene of 'Babel' in my head. So many individual stories, but what does his own? Would it not be worth any einzelnee life to film? If it is not the everyday things concerning us most? No matter how big the world of fantasy in the media may be, the boring, everyday life would be a big seller. Or do we need this escape to other worlds? I personally not really. Is a good conversation is not worth more than hundreds of good films? And if, I would think and hope it feels the same way.
frenzy, dancing goblins, depression, dreams, struggles, clowns, waves and oceans, smells, food, taste, feeling, feeling, feeling, sense of security, foundations. The carousel turns it over and over again. The lights they shine so tempting, but I do not even remember the next and have it be the last.
In my mind,
your ego and anti-I
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Cost Of Reflooring A Boat
Noises
Once I asked God the question of the sharpest blade in the world and he replied: "Truth is the sharpest blade you can. . When people cut themselves in places that does not reach a normal knife "
I thought a few moments to think over his words and said:" Cuts the truth and vegetables "
Once I asked God the question of the sharpest blade in the world and he replied: "Truth is the sharpest blade you can. . When people cut themselves in places that does not reach a normal knife "
I thought a few moments to think over his words and said:" Cuts the truth and vegetables "
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Rino V Rachet And Clank
every year ...
to me is the question of who sets the year as the year and therefore whether it makes any sense to try to define everything and everyone?
It's 7:20 clock in the morning and sometimes I sit back in my room and think about myself and the world after. I just read my last Neujahreseintrag what else never do and have to say for me it feels like yesterday, only the past 365 days are back. Frightening? I do not know, at least it's nice to write down what you did everything for so has, because it calls more pictures as a photo in me.
So why have I written so much last year in my life journal? A question that made me determined from time to time has given to me but never aware, until now! Yes, things take time and this one has probably taken a year.
I just counted, and am come to 10 poems that I've put online. Not too much I should say, and yet more than others, but that is just not important. Anyway, I was busy last year while writing my first novel, completed with distance education is no problem, one would think, but hey, writing requires discipline, strength and time. I feel almost on the nerves, I often think about the time, because every time I do this is a bunch of time on it for that. Time I also was able to make good use of.
Took me so advanced last year? Yes and no, as always. Man, life can not be answered with a simple statement. I have met many more pages to me, terrifying and beautiful, I do not still mind that people change or the lives of many (see poem before). Experience to draw the character only in the direction he impressed, they do not change it. Anyway, I had a lot of wind in the sails and it was partially implemented well, but only when it blew so strong that I could overcome my laziness. And again I must stress, it does not matter, as recent years, perhaps, that others do less, no more, that there are any, make even more and where one should, should I get my bearings.
About Me and the one I also had quite a few discussions. But only just now I've learned that you referred to as indefinite pronouns. You learn just never stop. And although it is uncertain, but it determines my way of thinking. For all I throw in front of me because of my selfish way, but in my way of thinking you can not, which rotates around you as much as me. How will myself to get on in life, if one is not able to roughly outline the whole? Where would we be back to selfishness.
Just in case you were wondering what he will say to me? Does he have a goal? What does he aim? Then I tell you: Nothing, no, nothing. I just think a little bit after, and the black and white, and in public, and I so every time nor the option which have to change the text into place does not even need and so on, I'll do it yet again and I have no idea have how much that here ever read. To Not's for me and that's enough as a reason.
Why did I write so few words? 'm Still not really on ... I do not know yet. I think about watching:
I will live with you forever,
at least in this one night.
Let now both No questions, no answer because
fit for us.
'm with you I have this feeling that
tonight we are immortal.
No matter what happens to us now;
I know that we are immortal.
We could stand for 'Ner full track,
balancing on a rooftop.
Our eyes would be and we counted to ten, it would happen to us
still nothing.
Because with you I feel
today that we are immortal night.
No matter what happens to us now;
I know that we are immortal.
We made each other easily.
sitting on 'a cloud and fall never expire. Here we go
's good because we are on the run,
to the sun in the morning we bring back.
I'm only with you that feeling tonight
that we are immortal.
I know it can happen to us nothing,
because we are immortal, immortal.
One or the other has recognized the song determines otherwise just look at the top of Music, as it say's. Why? The who know me will know it, the rest will never know * evil * But think about it but just themselves. If I eventually wrote it by myself, I'm sorry's, find themselves more beautiful and and so and either way, this is in the works! The God I finally banished from my Gesprachsgebrauch. Terrible, if you are not worrying about what is actually used for Füllfloskeln all day. Ok, you should do is limited, otherwise it goes mad, but at least I can demand is limited, right?
Ok ok, you want to know it all and I'm probably a little less anti become last year (do not worry, I will always kill the mainstream yet), so here are my resolutions for your new year. Mine starts well known in the autumn.
So I want to go in any case in February / March on vacation, preferably from Norway or the like, but mostly gone, gone, gone. Did the already tested Year, but this year I will implement it (for me, I will no longer pull down me that others do not go along). Then I will definitely go with Frank and Sebi to a festival, after we have given the hand in Flex, according to absinthe (which had almost forgotten how great can be an absinthe). Then I'll write more again and a vicious attaches it to be seduced me regularly to do so. He will drive away the angels that set me wrong clouds. The course you ask you now, well and good, but it is even a little on the track and after I am now aware that I will not stay comfortable in Munich, which in the Issues of the university and the interests of my hand is justified, I will muster the energy that is needed for this, but I do not spend in the wrong direction. So I would be mostly through with my intentions, remains at the end really just a lead to a relationship for over a year and then still be happy.
Hallelujia,
your prickly I
to me is the question of who sets the year as the year and therefore whether it makes any sense to try to define everything and everyone?
It's 7:20 clock in the morning and sometimes I sit back in my room and think about myself and the world after. I just read my last Neujahreseintrag what else never do and have to say for me it feels like yesterday, only the past 365 days are back. Frightening? I do not know, at least it's nice to write down what you did everything for so has, because it calls more pictures as a photo in me.
So why have I written so much last year in my life journal? A question that made me determined from time to time has given to me but never aware, until now! Yes, things take time and this one has probably taken a year.
I just counted, and am come to 10 poems that I've put online. Not too much I should say, and yet more than others, but that is just not important. Anyway, I was busy last year while writing my first novel, completed with distance education is no problem, one would think, but hey, writing requires discipline, strength and time. I feel almost on the nerves, I often think about the time, because every time I do this is a bunch of time on it for that. Time I also was able to make good use of.
Took me so advanced last year? Yes and no, as always. Man, life can not be answered with a simple statement. I have met many more pages to me, terrifying and beautiful, I do not still mind that people change or the lives of many (see poem before). Experience to draw the character only in the direction he impressed, they do not change it. Anyway, I had a lot of wind in the sails and it was partially implemented well, but only when it blew so strong that I could overcome my laziness. And again I must stress, it does not matter, as recent years, perhaps, that others do less, no more, that there are any, make even more and where one should, should I get my bearings.
About Me and the one I also had quite a few discussions. But only just now I've learned that you referred to as indefinite pronouns. You learn just never stop. And although it is uncertain, but it determines my way of thinking. For all I throw in front of me because of my selfish way, but in my way of thinking you can not, which rotates around you as much as me. How will myself to get on in life, if one is not able to roughly outline the whole? Where would we be back to selfishness.
Just in case you were wondering what he will say to me? Does he have a goal? What does he aim? Then I tell you: Nothing, no, nothing. I just think a little bit after, and the black and white, and in public, and I so every time nor the option which have to change the text into place does not even need and so on, I'll do it yet again and I have no idea have how much that here ever read. To Not's for me and that's enough as a reason.
Why did I write so few words? 'm Still not really on ... I do not know yet. I think about watching:
I will live with you forever,
at least in this one night.
Let now both No questions, no answer because
fit for us.
'm with you I have this feeling that
tonight we are immortal.
No matter what happens to us now;
I know that we are immortal.
We could stand for 'Ner full track,
balancing on a rooftop.
Our eyes would be and we counted to ten, it would happen to us
still nothing.
Because with you I feel
today that we are immortal night.
No matter what happens to us now;
I know that we are immortal.
We made each other easily.
sitting on 'a cloud and fall never expire. Here we go
's good because we are on the run,
to the sun in the morning we bring back.
I'm only with you that feeling tonight
that we are immortal.
I know it can happen to us nothing,
because we are immortal, immortal.
One or the other has recognized the song determines otherwise just look at the top of Music, as it say's. Why? The who know me will know it, the rest will never know * evil * But think about it but just themselves. If I eventually wrote it by myself, I'm sorry's, find themselves more beautiful and and so and either way, this is in the works! The God I finally banished from my Gesprachsgebrauch. Terrible, if you are not worrying about what is actually used for Füllfloskeln all day. Ok, you should do is limited, otherwise it goes mad, but at least I can demand is limited, right?
Ok ok, you want to know it all and I'm probably a little less anti become last year (do not worry, I will always kill the mainstream yet), so here are my resolutions for your new year. Mine starts well known in the autumn.
So I want to go in any case in February / March on vacation, preferably from Norway or the like, but mostly gone, gone, gone. Did the already tested Year, but this year I will implement it (for me, I will no longer pull down me that others do not go along). Then I will definitely go with Frank and Sebi to a festival, after we have given the hand in Flex, according to absinthe (which had almost forgotten how great can be an absinthe). Then I'll write more again and a vicious attaches it to be seduced me regularly to do so. He will drive away the angels that set me wrong clouds. The course you ask you now, well and good, but it is even a little on the track and after I am now aware that I will not stay comfortable in Munich, which in the Issues of the university and the interests of my hand is justified, I will muster the energy that is needed for this, but I do not spend in the wrong direction. So I would be mostly through with my intentions, remains at the end really just a lead to a relationship for over a year and then still be happy.
Hallelujia,
your prickly I
Do Double Jointed People Get Arthritis?
The carousel
The carousel
It rotates in a circle, life as a carousel:
often slow, often too fast! Yesterday I
thought I had found a way
today I know he was once earmarked as
fantasy or inevitability,
It is quite clear, the basis does not change with time.
could tell by the slow days,
it could never again expect to choose
whether right or wrong, I was only one important
movement and not lethargic!
Why is the question of the beginning, the end.
As the carousel began to turn it back faster,
it was the sense of a blur to me again
or the senses, who knows so precisely
felt at home, surfing on a wave.
The lights they flashed as signals in neurons,
flight, rapid, quick, furious, concrete. Or
beguiling, love as a drug,
people or things, what does it matter?
could not avert the circle,
do not even know if the level changes since.
Began again defile my brain with questions
and thought, this feeling is for never running out?
was in my brain it is not the violin,
tempted with the sweet melodies, the more bass,
with his marbles, his strength,
creates a force, the discomfort.
it created discomfort, that was the beginning, because if
circulate something, then it turns itself
and what we think might be logically appear
was only a mirage, the library, which denies us the goal again.
the end it remains to be seen and we can only hope
that is the way of life, not the orbit
to turn on the carousel can
his rounds and we remain on it until the last day.
© Christian Ziegler
The carousel
It rotates in a circle, life as a carousel:
often slow, often too fast! Yesterday I
thought I had found a way
today I know he was once earmarked as
fantasy or inevitability,
It is quite clear, the basis does not change with time.
could tell by the slow days,
it could never again expect to choose
whether right or wrong, I was only one important
movement and not lethargic!
Why is the question of the beginning, the end.
As the carousel began to turn it back faster,
it was the sense of a blur to me again
or the senses, who knows so precisely
felt at home, surfing on a wave.
The lights they flashed as signals in neurons,
flight, rapid, quick, furious, concrete. Or
beguiling, love as a drug,
people or things, what does it matter?
could not avert the circle,
do not even know if the level changes since.
Began again defile my brain with questions
and thought, this feeling is for never running out?
was in my brain it is not the violin,
tempted with the sweet melodies, the more bass,
with his marbles, his strength,
creates a force, the discomfort.
it created discomfort, that was the beginning, because if
circulate something, then it turns itself
and what we think might be logically appear
was only a mirage, the library, which denies us the goal again.
the end it remains to be seen and we can only hope
that is the way of life, not the orbit
to turn on the carousel can
his rounds and we remain on it until the last day.
© Christian Ziegler
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