thought report No. 2
Give light, I do not see the dark seems Way, it's in your heart I hope my leg Leave me alone and I cry, remain, but be sure you, I suffer. 've Said what is important to have said that you are. Give life, strive, quiver, contrary to the truth. Give me light, I do not see. One step, say, come with me. Give me light, I do not see. Give light, I do not see you.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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thought report No. 1007
You hold me for a moment. Egalisierst my world, fight your way through you shadow and light up my moment.
only a photo, just a little bit of life, captured for eternity alleged.
still All that talk just our eyes, not constantly deep in our souls, make a covenant. And yet, only I can see you. Only one photo.
No name, no voice, no thought, no fear, no hello. Cruelly said, the heart, as it called for you and you stayed silent in view.
time lines by pushing, always searching for your words, I found you. Finally, the heart and said it followed you.
thought oceans, are sailing in the ocean of feelings, here's the captain. Stormy Sea, calm breezes, long beach, and I'm with you. 'm Always there.
Will see you want, understand you want to hear want you, hold you, I was there.
You hold me for a moment and say you could not tame are ... let me tame you.
You hold me for a moment. Egalisierst my world, fight your way through you shadow and light up my moment.
only a photo, just a little bit of life, captured for eternity alleged.
still All that talk just our eyes, not constantly deep in our souls, make a covenant. And yet, only I can see you. Only one photo.
No name, no voice, no thought, no fear, no hello. Cruelly said, the heart, as it called for you and you stayed silent in view.
time lines by pushing, always searching for your words, I found you. Finally, the heart and said it followed you.
thought oceans, are sailing in the ocean of feelings, here's the captain. Stormy Sea, calm breezes, long beach, and I'm with you. 'm Always there.
Will see you want, understand you want to hear want you, hold you, I was there.
You hold me for a moment and say you could not tame are ... let me tame you.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
English Bulldog Mucus
I miss you Jack
I miss you, I said the quiet life when I almost could not see. Somehow I had lost. Had just been at this crossroads where forks hope and love and the darkness begins.
You always have a choice and I met my just at the intersection.
And I thought you'd save me, I extend a hand to guide me from the darkness. But I had actually believed that you would hope and love have in you, because that was what I saw in your eyes, they were never meant for me.
I miss you, I said the quiet life when you left me and ran on into the darkness without a target.
Here it is cold and every step is a step in that vague disaster, the scale becomes obvious only when it has already taken the last remnants of my heart.
Here I am, alone, scared, wounded and almost forgotten.
am here I say, softly, I miss you.
I miss you, I said the quiet life when I almost could not see. Somehow I had lost. Had just been at this crossroads where forks hope and love and the darkness begins.
You always have a choice and I met my just at the intersection.
And I thought you'd save me, I extend a hand to guide me from the darkness. But I had actually believed that you would hope and love have in you, because that was what I saw in your eyes, they were never meant for me.
I miss you, I said the quiet life when you left me and ran on into the darkness without a target.
Here it is cold and every step is a step in that vague disaster, the scale becomes obvious only when it has already taken the last remnants of my heart.
Here I am, alone, scared, wounded and almost forgotten.
am here I say, softly, I miss you.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Wedding Theme Sayings
Jack found it hard to get out of bed. The last night she was still feeling in her legs. It hurt. The beverages had been too hard and too much for them. Jack could only remember a few moments the day before. As it over the dirty toilet of the "Hell's Kitchen bar hung. Or, as they the taxi driver could not pay and then he wanted to give himself satisfied with produce. She threw up right on his exposed, erect penis. Then she ran away, as far as their legs they wore. Now she was sitting up in bed and realized that she still wore her clothes stained from the previous day. With trembling hands she felt the ground from next to her bed until she felt the half-crushed butts box between her fingers. She pulled a Camel from the pack and lit it.
your lungs expands and the toxic smoke filled her until she got the feeling someone had strapped a belt around her chest. Tears sprang to their eyes and they coughed. Only Jack now noticed the mucus in her throat, she complained of breathing. Threw them out, directly to their white sheets. Again she felt with her trembling hands around in front of her bed until she found one again. Jack felt run down the cold carbonated water, poor her esophagus. The water soothed her sore throat. The cough got off of her, until he finally disappeared.
Jack was moving slowly towards the toilet with one hand for support always on the wall. Her gait was unsteady, reeling in pain and her head threatened to burst. The bathroom door was still open, there was a light and a small radio playing softly to himself. Only now they remembered their night Trip to the toilet and she suspected the worst. The smell of vomit in the bathroom distributed, got it right in the nose. The vomit was spread out carelessly on the toilet seat and the bowl floated the semi-digested food particles. Jack went back a disgusted and apathetic step. She opened the white studded belt of blue jeans. With one hand she touched the tight pants of his legs and climbed out with the aid of their feet from the clothes. Then she took off her tight top. Jack had to discover to their amazement that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were stiff and her body was covered with goose bumps. She was cold. She set the hot water in her shower and took off her red panties.
was motionless and with closed eyes Jack the hot water to flow down her body. Her arms she pressed to her slender body, she heard her muffled breathing. A frisson became stronger, and her nipples were firm in spite of the hot water it was still cold. Jack was shaking all over, her teeth were chattering. On her lips, she tasted the salty tears. Happy they would now be collapsed, dropped to her knees and cried for her mother. But her mother had not come. The small apartment was empty. No one would come, no matter to whom they would call. It did not matter, Jack was too weak to be a loud Sound pass from him. She was alone.
"My little one, how fast you're grown up. Sometimes I think it is only yesterday, when I was screaming in my arms. And now you have become a proper young lady. Happy Birthday little one. "Jack's mother, Doris, ran a small tear on the cheek.
"Mama?" Jack opened her eyes, she saw everything blurry.
"You are now sixteen, and what young women get when they are sixteen?" Doris was a small parcel in her hands.
"A car?" I heard Jack say softly, the shower water in her eyes still clouded her eyes.
"Dir appreciate this one, now hurry up, it waits in the garage for you. "
Jack stood motionless in the shower but she felt her legs would carry her. The cold increased, her lips were blue and her mouth was dry. Her body ached, a thousand pinpricks tore at him.
"And here he is, your own red Mustang!" Doris was the enthusiasm and joy for her daughter wrote in her eyes. The floor in the garage was freezing, the water from the shower ran on to Jack's body along. Her breathing quickened.
"Well, what do you say now? Is this a convertible? "
" Mama, I'm cold. I'm afraid. Help me please trembled. "Jack all over. Her mother would have noticed it, and her mother had concluded in her arms. She would have stroked her cold, wet hair, and she had the tears dried. But her mother saw her daughter beamed and enchanted at all. She had never seen her happier. Long they had worked on the car. Usually after working in the bar Then they went to John in the shop and tinkering on the Mustang. Nearly four years had used them. Many nocturnal hours, which could not be with her daughter and how much she had betrayed her where she was. This moment repressed everything. She was just happy and exhausted.
Jack noticed the heat that spread to her legs and feet. Instantly she looked down at himself. The smell of urine returned it. Jack took apart her legs and ran it on. Then, in the soap and washed her vagina with it. The nausea expressed difficulty about themselves, their physical condition and the loneliness of her heart. It barely beat. The courage she had left.
Jack had cleaned the bathroom and sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. She had just tied her robe and a towel thrown over her head. They had two hours before they had to work. Work, which meant what is it already? Distraction. It was only a temporary job in a small bar Like its mother.
"Come on, learning at last. Or will you end up like your mother? Look at me, you really want to be? "Doris sat opposite her. Jack's eyes were now no longer hindered by the water. She saw them clearly. For fear of leaving the coffee cup fall to the ground. The impact ripped it back. Doris was no longer sitting on the chair.
your fingers trembled as she re-lit a Camel. The flame dazzled.
"What's up Jackie? Are you feeling all right? But please speak with me. Do you have problems in school or for a boy? "she heard her mother ask again.
Jack wanted was gone, she dropped her cigarette, she quickly rose from her chair. With her right foot she was on her robe, are the first time he opened, then he tore it down. With her left hand she tried to catch, they landed in the shards. The hot coffee mingled with her bright blood.
"Leave me alone, go! I'm sorry, but I'm so sorry. "Jack burst into tears. Half Naked she lay on the floor of her kitchen, the walls they seemed to crush. She had an oppressive feeling. Someone held her, and she could not wrest from the grip sch. Her hand was burning, a fragment had drilled nearly through their entire palm.
crept slowly up the phone in the hallway.
"Bill, come here, I need material quickly and bring a first aid kit."
Bill was Jack's first boyfriend until he impregnated her best friend Kate. Kate's parents urged the two was then to marriage and Jack alone. However, they had kept in close contact with him. Bill was also brought a jacket with the drug in contact. In the first joint celebration was only smoke weed and Jack had just damn too afraid her mother would find out. With eye drops and a lot of deodorant spray, she tried to deceive her mother.
Bill had a key, it took Jack by the phone lying.
He threw it over his shoulders and carried her to her bedroom. Jack was not particularly difficult, and Bill had no problems, he threw it on her bed.
Jack came loose a loud scream, as Bill her the high-proof whiskey poured over the hand.
"Hey, that was just the beginning, my little one."
"To hell with you, Bill, you do not commit so ... .." Jack could not finish the sentence, Bill pulled the shard from her hand, she cried now twice as loud.
"You fucking son of a bitch!"
"Do not act in such a way so sad can not do it. I once had a bullet in the chest, you know after all. Have I whined as this? No, and you know why? I am a man and now is a moment for a man "
" What are you doing, Bill? A Aufmunterungstechnik from the morning program on HBO? "
" No, my father said always to me. "
" Well, Bill, then you've probably disappoint your father, because to a man you missing a lot. "
" The saying you again, if I just take it from behind. "
" Shut your mouth and make me prefer a clean bandage on my hand. "
Jack noticed how Bill's hand went between her legs, it was an uncomfortable feeling.
"Curb, Bill. Take your dirty fingers ... " Jack swallowed the last words, as Bill penetrated with his index and middle finger into her vagina. He went from not very affectionate, Jack was in pain, but she remained calm.
Bill shoved his other hand with the bathrobe of Jack's bosom. He fumbled around like their nipples, it excites him.
"Stop it, Bill, please."
Bill pulled his hands back. He taught at Jack and exposed her arm.
"Well here we go."
He pulled his belt from his pants and tied it around her bare arm. The scarred needle stitches were not to be overlooked. Jack took a small vial from his pocket, plus an empty syringe.
"What's that?"
"something which will help you immediately."
"Bill, I want to know the same to me injected into my body." She said. But actually it was Jack no matter what they got right in their bloodstream, the main thing was, it would help her. It would make them forget all the terrible things. The demons would depart from her, she would fade and then disappear altogether. Illusion. Jack knew it. Jack it hurt and she could not protect themselves against it. All too often they had tried to make something of their lives, something socially respected. But such a life she was not granted.
"A little LSD, DMT, and a little more vitamins. That will please you. Have you still a customer? "
" What's yours? Are you my pimp ... "Jack let the rest of the words fall silent, they looked better on the needle plunged straight into her skin. Bill pulled the trigger and shot the drug cocktail in Jack's body. It spread and spread his fabrics, she infected her nerves, her muscles. She still lay quietly in her bed. The calm before the storm.
Bill expressed itself repeatedly in Jack. He groaned, Jack was quiet. Her body quivered, she could not control it. The legs seemed to want to run far away from here. Way out of this dirty situation. She felt his penis in itself. It pulsates, it was tight. His sweat dripped from his forehead to hers.
"It will please you, here, take it into his mouth." Bill had offered to her and she held his penis in her face and before she could know it, they had him and was fucked. Not a pretty
sex, no love, no romance, no faint whisper, and no tender kisses. Animal, dirty, short and painful sex. Jack did not like this situation. Bill felt like a free man. She did not Bill, she felt a stranger. Again he pushed deep into it. Then he took it out and turned to Jack. Again he led his penis into her vagina. Jack pressed her face into her sodden Pillow. She wanted to scream, but this bit into the pillow, breathing heavily. Only quiet they could hear the beat with each other their pos Bills buttocks. Then there was silence, and Jack was lost.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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of thoughts thoughts
We fought, but that's a lie. Neither you nor I were fighting. We both have long since lost both a courage, both the power and we lost both of us.
Somewhere, between the missing and freedom, between the bearing and Enjoy.
One way shunned by both, and yet committed, but we only ever to each other, to recognize that we meet not. silent closing their eyes and see the one and not the other, scream here and yet not there. Even now, when we both are not able to define what we have, nor what we want, we have a demand what we have and not long after us will, but not with the skill.
different way we see ourselves, so we are similar to us. Driven by fear we are lost and find ourselves alone, together, hand in hand.
melodious voices of optimism, hope, love, and yet we do not realize it's just yours and it is only my vote, hold our hearts when we are in danger of falling. What
come what may remain of what must go, we knew it, and we do not know it yet. Let us therefore always wrong? We have therefore every spark can burn up to have felt no heat from the breath?
It ends as it began with a fight that neither you, nor I will ever fight.
We will miss this one way, because actually, so we were always clear, even if we both could not go, perhaps, we have always hoped that he would lead us to the goal. What should I tell you we were very close to it.
We fought, but that's a lie. Neither you nor I were fighting. We both have long since lost both a courage, both the power and we lost both of us.
Somewhere, between the missing and freedom, between the bearing and Enjoy.
One way shunned by both, and yet committed, but we only ever to each other, to recognize that we meet not. silent closing their eyes and see the one and not the other, scream here and yet not there. Even now, when we both are not able to define what we have, nor what we want, we have a demand what we have and not long after us will, but not with the skill.
different way we see ourselves, so we are similar to us. Driven by fear we are lost and find ourselves alone, together, hand in hand.
melodious voices of optimism, hope, love, and yet we do not realize it's just yours and it is only my vote, hold our hearts when we are in danger of falling. What
come what may remain of what must go, we knew it, and we do not know it yet. Let us therefore always wrong? We have therefore every spark can burn up to have felt no heat from the breath?
It ends as it began with a fight that neither you, nor I will ever fight.
We will miss this one way, because actually, so we were always clear, even if we both could not go, perhaps, we have always hoped that he would lead us to the goal. What should I tell you we were very close to it.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
Combination For Casehard Red Lock
short, quick, tomorrow
Today we live, we die tomorrow, and tomorrow you will not even know
that it has given us?
But the moment never sanctify life.
is some point this knowledge to the truth, and often this is
too late. Because what is important in life, we can draw
to us to give the fleeting moments.
We do not want to be happy, we want this short, fast, relentless
satisfaction. And we know it but
better. could
We know what we have, and dark in minutes,
when we are alone, we beg for it.
Why? Why we do not care about the love, the happiness?
I tell you, because happiness and love never go hand in hand alone. Sorry
pain, fear, anger, hatred are only a few that bring the two with the
.
And we would have to fight our way through these resistors. We
would give all our hearts our minds, our soul.
The quick satisfaction does not fight, just an escape.
A quick escape to the next meeting.
it worth? to go all out? Is it worth fighting for?
Yes, believe me, it's worth it ... because:
Today, we are tomorrow we are dead, and tomorrow,
miss us ...
But this is only part of the truth, this is only my
truth. You have your
own, tell me ...
Today we live, we die tomorrow, and tomorrow you will not even know
that it has given us?
But the moment never sanctify life.
is some point this knowledge to the truth, and often this is
too late. Because what is important in life, we can draw
to us to give the fleeting moments.
We do not want to be happy, we want this short, fast, relentless
satisfaction. And we know it but
better. could
We know what we have, and dark in minutes,
when we are alone, we beg for it.
Why? Why we do not care about the love, the happiness?
I tell you, because happiness and love never go hand in hand alone. Sorry
pain, fear, anger, hatred are only a few that bring the two with the
.
And we would have to fight our way through these resistors. We
would give all our hearts our minds, our soul.
The quick satisfaction does not fight, just an escape.
A quick escape to the next meeting.
it worth? to go all out? Is it worth fighting for?
Yes, believe me, it's worth it ... because:
Today, we are tomorrow we are dead, and tomorrow,
miss us ...
But this is only part of the truth, this is only my
truth. You have your
own, tell me ...
My Blu Ray Doesnt Look
thought report No. 3191
to go all out to do anything, anything set in motion and all at risk, which is passion. to look over the fear, to strip the uncertainty, make the fight, which is love.
passion and love grow us beyond ourselves. We in the presence of two larger than life itself
And I stand before you, ready to give myself the passion and love for you to become larger, to hold you to feel you, feel you, to live up .
And you stand before me, you're scared, retreat, lose myself in the eye can see, not me, believe happy.
But you can not move, not risk doing anything because you're afraid you're unsure of any fight and run away ...
Everything else is utopia, everything else is a loss of reality ...
to go all out to do anything, anything set in motion and all at risk, which is passion. to look over the fear, to strip the uncertainty, make the fight, which is love.
passion and love grow us beyond ourselves. We in the presence of two larger than life itself
And I stand before you, ready to give myself the passion and love for you to become larger, to hold you to feel you, feel you, to live up .
And you stand before me, you're scared, retreat, lose myself in the eye can see, not me, believe happy.
But you can not move, not risk doing anything because you're afraid you're unsure of any fight and run away ...
Everything else is utopia, everything else is a loss of reality ...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Where To Find Public Indoor Basketball
All good things
you stood with him on this mountain, both surveyed the land. It rained, it was cold.
He held an umbrella in his right hand over the two. She tried his hand at which they could hold on to. She reached into the void. Her eyes wandered to him. When she looked at him so from the side, she saw him smile, then she noticed he had his left hand in his pocket.
"I'm cold." She said quietly and waited briefly for a reaction from him - in vain.
"I'm cold," she said, now with more vigor, but soon taught her head down ashamed as she again gets no reaction from him.
passes some time in which neither they, nor spoke a word, or change their looks.
He, his face in the distance, they directed her to the ground.
And then he turns it to her.
"Hey, what's going on?" He asked.
you just shrugged his shoulders, said nothing.
"We're not really here, right?" She asked.
"No." he replied. "But we once were. You can register just do not remember. "
" Yes I can. We were up here. I liked it. "She replied.
"You pushed me down here." He remarked almost incidental.
"I'm sorry." She said softly.
"The fact that you have met me, or that you were suddenly alone?" He asks.
you nothing.
"I must go." He said firmly.
"Where?" She asked.
"Stay here yet." She said, almost demanding.
"You know we are not really here, right?" He asked.
She nodded slightly. "Yes, I thought to myself already. "
" You know, I was up there with you. I would have stayed. I once told you, I'm happy here. And that was me. But, I can not stay, because I now know this is not our mountain. And you share it only in the storm. Only in the rain. Show. Once the sun comes up, they wet your clothes have dried, you will not reach for my hand. "He explained.
And she wept.
"Do not cry. It's okay. I gave you everything and I gave you love. ", He told her, almost caring.
"I miss you." She said. "I love you."
"I know. I will always love you somehow and I will you always somehow missing. But, I'm not just anybody and I can not hold your umbrella. "He said and closed the screen and gave it to her.
"Is now the parting?" She asked.
"Yes. This is also a farewell, for you have taken a long time ago bye to me. "He replied.
"So is this a dream?" She asked.
"no. This is no dream. "
" What is it? "
" It's just a story. A History of the End, published on an Internet blog. Bela Glos overflown by some foreign people who know you and not me, but on a Twitter Links are followed. "Then he turned away from her, and without once looking back, he went on.
And yet, in short, he paused again. You saw it, raised her head and then heard the last words she would ever hear from him.
"Lisa, you realize this is not your hill, right?" She saw him not smiling, but somehow she felt it.
And then she saw it. It was his mountain, he had taken with her, he had led them to the summit and he was huge. This they did until now, when it stood at its foot and in his shadow looked up.
"You could write a happy ending," she cried against the endlessly distant peak.
"You could write a happy ending!"
Lisa did not notice that this was a happy ending, just not her.
you stood with him on this mountain, both surveyed the land. It rained, it was cold.
He held an umbrella in his right hand over the two. She tried his hand at which they could hold on to. She reached into the void. Her eyes wandered to him. When she looked at him so from the side, she saw him smile, then she noticed he had his left hand in his pocket.
"I'm cold." She said quietly and waited briefly for a reaction from him - in vain.
"I'm cold," she said, now with more vigor, but soon taught her head down ashamed as she again gets no reaction from him.
passes some time in which neither they, nor spoke a word, or change their looks.
He, his face in the distance, they directed her to the ground.
And then he turns it to her.
"Hey, what's going on?" He asked.
you just shrugged his shoulders, said nothing.
"We're not really here, right?" She asked.
"No." he replied. "But we once were. You can register just do not remember. "
" Yes I can. We were up here. I liked it. "She replied.
"You pushed me down here." He remarked almost incidental.
"I'm sorry." She said softly.
"The fact that you have met me, or that you were suddenly alone?" He asks.
you nothing.
"I must go." He said firmly.
"Where?" She asked.
"Stay here yet." She said, almost demanding.
"You know we are not really here, right?" He asked.
She nodded slightly. "Yes, I thought to myself already. "
" You know, I was up there with you. I would have stayed. I once told you, I'm happy here. And that was me. But, I can not stay, because I now know this is not our mountain. And you share it only in the storm. Only in the rain. Show. Once the sun comes up, they wet your clothes have dried, you will not reach for my hand. "He explained.
And she wept.
"Do not cry. It's okay. I gave you everything and I gave you love. ", He told her, almost caring.
"I miss you." She said. "I love you."
"I know. I will always love you somehow and I will you always somehow missing. But, I'm not just anybody and I can not hold your umbrella. "He said and closed the screen and gave it to her.
"Is now the parting?" She asked.
"Yes. This is also a farewell, for you have taken a long time ago bye to me. "He replied.
"So is this a dream?" She asked.
"no. This is no dream. "
" What is it? "
" It's just a story. A History of the End, published on an Internet blog. Bela Glos overflown by some foreign people who know you and not me, but on a Twitter Links are followed. "Then he turned away from her, and without once looking back, he went on.
And yet, in short, he paused again. You saw it, raised her head and then heard the last words she would ever hear from him.
"Lisa, you realize this is not your hill, right?" She saw him not smiling, but somehow she felt it.
And then she saw it. It was his mountain, he had taken with her, he had led them to the summit and he was huge. This they did until now, when it stood at its foot and in his shadow looked up.
"You could write a happy ending," she cried against the endlessly distant peak.
"You could write a happy ending!"
Lisa did not notice that this was a happy ending, just not her.
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