there is a light that never goes out
when one of your senses blurred
you lose all the courage and the confidence
and feel that something inside you breaks
then listen to the voice that speaks,
hinder them, for they know how it goes and shows you
the way back home, you know him well
remind you of what you know already, and what is not a question really, you're not weak, you know how strong you are
so call the wax which is asleep
the Life is difficult to understand and feels unreal, as if it were a dream
and you do not really know who is friend or foe and it is
hard to trust but do realize that you must keep all this frustration, perhaps even in very decency
you need a strong heart, but no hard, otherwise it gets cold in the chest
One cowards never have recognized: you can grow and increase with resistance
so be like a warrior, take back the life of your goals and bearing in
because even if your circumstances are unconstitutional, you can start making plans
no matter how great the risks are all your application will be worth it because there is much to gain
you feel the deep inside you, when heard the melodies of these songs,
embrace your soul and the tears begin to flow to the truth Do you mind if he thinks
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Bulmais Nacked Indragonball
toller_art @ 2007-12-28T00: 47:00
probably me? my universe is only a length so much missing, as I do? This ignorance, this pimple on my ass pulling my folding cook. the pull of the guitar string in the open cut, the red drops of the falls there. nothing, no pain, I felt ever lets me survive this ignorance. clear Hats off! I know how it is. Gently he likes neck his head in ringlets position on the warming suppressed, every breath to hear, whether snoring or not, they feel their near and affection when the two together, bedded in - side by side, striped to striped, fall asleep verquert, together yet so right. how I wish, einzunehmsen their position. even to lose everything, even the memories, future ignorant of the direction to look, who knows, maybe I would get it anyway. and anyway, as it has with me? I am only an object of interest or demands it, too? how could I ever find out if everything between us is like a decade, we see again days of our disconnect. and even then, I might ask me an innocent little dispensed. It is not my bed to the one we could share. I want to know where I stand. what is experienced when one thinks of me. whether someone can be just as obsessed, possessed of an impossible love, that never seems to end. stubbornly through the valleys to wander mesmerized, dozing over and over again on the same image, until one discovers that the sun has risen again. I am essentially at all the only one that feels this way? it is so abnormal to be different, that one means lessinglischer penmanship in other people move in order to philosophize about his problems and define solutions? How would Freud describe myself? intellect as pupertierender, media-impaired, young arschverpickelter without? hey siegi fackit. I'm 18 for hours I could succumb to my visions, my dreams still believe they hold true for or at least I imagine. the magic that comes of it is indispensable to me. it opens doors for me all me love myself I open my soul, let me through the many personality, and obsessive-compulsive disorder and pass me just listen to what says my
me. Pallab, Pallab! It does not even need the needs to talk to me. I feel it every second, every blow that it spends. It opens and closes - but my love is not closed. it seems endless and on an eternal and never-ending journey that promises not fulfilled. good luck, farewell! I forumuliere times simple: should I even ? Love Everything must be complex and shattering, data allow the move every broad-minded middle class people to head shake or shrug? no, no, Oscar, this is not a depression. no ian, i still luv yu \u0026lt;3
haha, I've found was:
yes, one can imagine. just as I am child-harried in the chocolate department at Edeka. just like that! Bust who do not know who will not flee when the metal-celled mass of other people in all value most .... MOUTH ... appears and speaks out, drooling, red or even start up now and then, when I deliberately strongly with the dental floss out arrows bled, ?
lydia, my lovely bride, Lydia! how gladly I would have spat in the face today. it was determined 2cm, the hineintriefen in me and the red a little left out. half a glove I could fill it. I can swallow up to half a liter of blood, until it comes out as any other. So again thoroughly stirred and flushed and it would be just as significantly landed in her face. no, I do not cherish hatred against them. I could only - small girl nightmares come true, betrayed, abused trust - all these things belong in my life. I hereby declare it to holden rode remember, this bear for me. be wandered . Who is open and not be slippery path.
all started so well with the move ryhthmischen breathe and consequent heat sensation on my own, which flows through my whole body when I see you again. a small view of a picture or a spontaneous memory, a name to be called out to me or I to think only of you can ever deliberately, constantly forecasting ahead. It would a flower, a book, written words. all, all, all would I give thee, and all that, all leads me to feel the closeness that I empfände you. the proximity to our love with. familiarity, which I am still so strange.
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
well, actually it has been almost more than half an hour. dont take it too seriously moz!
probably me? my universe is only a length so much missing, as I do? This ignorance, this pimple on my ass pulling my folding cook. the pull of the guitar string in the open cut, the red drops of the falls there. nothing, no pain, I felt ever lets me survive this ignorance. clear Hats off! I know how it is. Gently he likes neck his head in ringlets position on the warming suppressed, every breath to hear, whether snoring or not, they feel their near and affection when the two together, bedded in - side by side, striped to striped, fall asleep verquert, together yet so right. how I wish, einzunehmsen their position. even to lose everything, even the memories, future ignorant of the direction to look, who knows, maybe I would get it anyway. and anyway, as it has with me? I am only an object of interest or demands it, too? how could I ever find out if everything between us is like a decade, we see again days of our disconnect. and even then, I might ask me an innocent little dispensed. It is not my bed to the one we could share. I want to know where I stand. what is experienced when one thinks of me. whether someone can be just as obsessed, possessed of an impossible love, that never seems to end. stubbornly through the valleys to wander mesmerized, dozing over and over again on the same image, until one discovers that the sun has risen again. I am essentially at all the only one that feels this way? it is so abnormal to be different, that one means lessinglischer penmanship in other people move in order to philosophize about his problems and define solutions? How would Freud describe myself? intellect as pupertierender, media-impaired, young arschverpickelter without? hey siegi fackit. I'm 18 for hours I could succumb to my visions, my dreams still believe they hold true for or at least I imagine. the magic that comes of it is indispensable to me. it opens doors for me all me love myself I open my soul, let me through the many personality, and obsessive-compulsive disorder and pass me just listen to what says my
me. Pallab, Pallab! It does not even need the needs to talk to me. I feel it every second, every blow that it spends. It opens and closes - but my love is not closed. it seems endless and on an eternal and never-ending journey that promises not fulfilled. good luck, farewell! I forumuliere times simple: should I even ? Love Everything must be complex and shattering, data allow the move every broad-minded middle class people to head shake or shrug? no, no, Oscar, this is not a depression. no ian, i still luv yu \u0026lt;3 
haha, I've found was:
yes, one can imagine. just as I am child-harried in the chocolate department at Edeka. just like that! Bust who do not know who will not flee when the metal-celled mass of other people in all value most .... MOUTH ... appears and speaks out, drooling, red or even start up now and then, when I deliberately strongly with the dental floss out arrows bled, ?
lydia, my lovely bride, Lydia! how gladly I would have spat in the face today. it was determined 2cm, the hineintriefen in me and the red a little left out. half a glove I could fill it. I can swallow up to half a liter of blood, until it comes out as any other. So again thoroughly stirred and flushed and it would be just as significantly landed in her face. no, I do not cherish hatred against them. I could only - small girl nightmares come true, betrayed, abused trust - all these things belong in my life. I hereby declare it to holden rode remember, this bear for me. be wandered . Who is open and not be slippery path.
all started so well with the move ryhthmischen breathe and consequent heat sensation on my own, which flows through my whole body when I see you again. a small view of a picture or a spontaneous memory, a name to be called out to me or I to think only of you can ever deliberately, constantly forecasting ahead. It would a flower, a book, written words. all, all, all would I give thee, and all that, all leads me to feel the closeness that I empfände you. the proximity to our love with. familiarity, which I am still so strange.
Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge, hes like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl, her hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
Karma police, Ive given all I can, its not enough
Ive given all I can, but were still on the payroll
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
well, actually it has been almost more than half an hour. dont take it too seriously moz!
Friday, September 28, 2007
Honeywell Oil-filled Radiator Instructions
toller_art @ 2007 - 09-28T21: 48:00
again one day, I've wasted. sacrificed. sacrificed for a disease that will kill me. You gotta soooo bored! Finally, I quassel since 2 years now been the same prayers and talk, but I do change anything. yes, it may very well be my fault. I wear alone and help me decide, by the way I am going for or against the sympathy towards her. anorexic (yes, we need no puppets) are, as a bad trip or to have drug-phase after a long to come to turkey. the body is changing, and the ten other members are blue and cold. one scheniert lips for his cold, waiting each time to the shocked look and comment: "Man you have cold hands!" feel they do not it? I feel my hands feel every handshake and face it as an impediment to my, such cold hands take in the hand. slowly everything is getting colder, panic spreads fear itself - you could freeze to death, hot hot ... everything should be nurnoch warm. this nasty dry taste in the mouth and the total blank of the body. each step is more noticeable, sometimes I feel my toes and even feel their condition as extremely cold - but what to do about it? to meet even more successful has not changed that. I can not explain my sympathy, and I have no reason to tolerate them drive away, but I also do not. Today was another very bad day, if not the worst in my dismissal from the specialist eating disorder clinic-based Bad Mergentheim, which I owe the most beautiful and relaxing time this year. tomorrow I'll make everything better ... I want a set point and try to improve myself, because I have not given up a long time!
again one day, I've wasted. sacrificed. sacrificed for a disease that will kill me. You gotta soooo bored! Finally, I quassel since 2 years now been the same prayers and talk, but I do change anything. yes, it may very well be my fault. I wear alone and help me decide, by the way I am going for or against the sympathy towards her. anorexic (yes, we need no puppets) are, as a bad trip or to have drug-phase after a long to come to turkey. the body is changing, and the ten other members are blue and cold. one scheniert lips for his cold, waiting each time to the shocked look and comment: "Man you have cold hands!" feel they do not it? I feel my hands feel every handshake and face it as an impediment to my, such cold hands take in the hand. slowly everything is getting colder, panic spreads fear itself - you could freeze to death, hot hot ... everything should be nurnoch warm. this nasty dry taste in the mouth and the total blank of the body. each step is more noticeable, sometimes I feel my toes and even feel their condition as extremely cold - but what to do about it? to meet even more successful has not changed that. I can not explain my sympathy, and I have no reason to tolerate them drive away, but I also do not. Today was another very bad day, if not the worst in my dismissal from the specialist eating disorder clinic-based Bad Mergentheim, which I owe the most beautiful and relaxing time this year. tomorrow I'll make everything better ... I want a set point and try to improve myself, because I have not given up a long time!
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