Build Boat Side Console

Stifterolle converted into a knitting needle roll

guidance of the great rocker Keith has inspired me to a role for my needles and crochet needles to sew.

Christina Aguilera Squeezing Boobs

details collar from the Bizzkids Winter 2004 Model 2712a

because I was approached many times before on the collar I have the processing of the collar in pictures noted.

For all those who still Bizzkids the winter of 2004, it is the collar of the model on page 12 2712a

Figure 1

length: 25cm; the fold 6cm widest point and 6.8 cm forward about running out.

either 2x or cut on the fold in 4 different parts, in any case, plus seam allowance. Here I have sometimes on it was embroidered, sew together before, it does not scratch.

The collar is finished off on the bow and sewn together - from the left.

Figure 2

The collar is turned right side out, on request you can stitch it.

Figure 3

In the neck opening, I Maki now the rear and center front, the collar right sides together with pins fixed front so let desired overlap, in this case it was about 7cm overlap. So from the middle 3.5 cm right and left. overcasts

With Ovi and then an additional seam.

Figure 4

collar from the left seam with a zigzag stretch.

Figure 5

DONE

for me I extend the collar just about 8-10cm in width.

greetings Heike

PS if you do not understand what - emailed me to ask.

cutting template collar from the Bizzkids Winter 2004 Model 2712a

Edible Rice Paper Calgary

grain bread

grain bread ala my one:

200g wholemeal flour
240g wheat flour
60g soft oatmeal

100g Millet

40g sesame meal

10g bran

100g sunflower

1 tsp sugar 2 tsp salt

1 bag of dry yeast

amends dry mix

then 20g oil, 400g water and 100 g of milk

together slightly heated, add and mix well.

This dough is very liquid, because it is after very juicy - do not worry it's not klatschig.

Pour into the loaf pan, cover can go with - warning This bread goes very quickly.

min bake at 170 degrees about 60 hot air, then look again and if the degree of browning is not dark yet still bake.

When baking with no cover to provide a heat-proof container with water.

good appetite

Different Bra With Two Clips For Small Breasts

white bread - chocolate bread - raisin bread - Onion Bread

here is my bread recipes to be eaten with us Hüper you.

white bread:
500g wheat flour
100g millet (very rich in fiber and knispert beautiful while chewing, ideal food for the kids who are dark bread do not like)

1 / 2 teaspoon sugar
1 tsp salt

1x Tütenhefe for 500g flour

Stir all dry and then

20g sunflower oil
180g milk 180g water

together gently heated added.

Then all fill in the form of bread (I take the small Tupperware ultra plus form) and place it on the radiator. Watch out now that the heating season starts again then comes the bread is relatively quick high, so look in between times. Otherwise, take the whole 2-3 hours.

Then the loaf pan with lid is at 170 degrees - hot air 45 minutes baking, if you have no lid, a heat resistant vessel uses water to make the crust is not too hard.

I no preheat, the baking time will be extended even by a few minutes.

good appetite

this basic recipe is also great for

- (warm not just the liquid and also chocolate drops stir
) chocolate bread
- raisin bread (1 bag of raisins soak for 1 hour in water first, Drain and stir)

- onion bread (1 can of fried onions stir great for the barbecue season unfortunately ended)

many greetings Heike

Basketball Grooms Cake

unit is not a German word

Dear Mr. ...,

since they have banned at the end of the last meeting anthem further comments are not text-immanent nature of "our" song - what would have happened earlier - and neither am I am considering a job to provide for them, I wanted them anyway finally my conclusion does not deprive the named facts. I know that they have wanted a message of general nature, but I would not do justice to my inner excitement, if I keep this paper only for myself in a box and would not respond to a reader.
I think the disagreement in the discussion yesterday was already showing signs of being enough for the real problem. Let us now but once the third stanza of conceived by von Fallersleben "folk song". What they will tell us for the following word?

"... Let us all strive ...!"

Written at a time when there was no question of a unit, is expressed here, clearly a target of state, which is in terms of the- state ensues. Thus, at this time would be sought transcendent trinity of "unity, justice and freedom," one wishes, one in the most literal sense romantic longing. And perhaps it is for this reason, the third stanza as appropriate and decisive for the type of German. Only it was a yearning for something that unity, justice, freedom called. I am suggesting the problem of a connection anthem to the exclusion of others only.
always seems up from the depths of the old-new German melancholy look, the great legacy and the greatest burden of our affair with romantic names. And now even the threat of amalgamation of a romantic sense of self with a political desire ...
And you heranzog this song again and again and again aufbrühte this romantic contaminated, German-melancholic tea bags, with all its bitter ... a well-hidden fine taste. One is inclined, or should be inclined to clean his lips textbenetzten this burschenschaftlerischen and anti-Semitic woodcuts, to prescribe the scar-faced Schankgelalle the curfew. And yet one is never quite free of the hysteria from the great Anempfindung, the will to unity, however, is the great chagrin of the crowd to the individual, and thought not vice versa. Let's put it bluntly but Nietzschean: the metaphysical need refers once again that it is the man so bad with him endure and wants to go down in a mass. That is German, too German.
Finally, and not without a proposal to the field to To leave I want to report an idea that is offered to me ages ago on a television program, which was familiar with the problem of Deuschlandliedes. Who expressed the idea when and where, I do not remember to say ... but it was the idea that part of Heine's Winter's Tale begins with the words "A new song, a better song" (caput 1) as a new national anthem publish them. There is so much affirmative, this versatile and to have animated with an irony that is not in the cynical loses. A new song, the end of the liturgical prayers of repentance and Kotbrechens, no self-pity and compassion.
Heine as the last romantic and conqueror [?] Of the drunken death seems Ammenliedes have forged with his "new song" the more subtle claim to, probably knowing that it will remain a utopia. But following Oscar Wilde, is the map where the land of Utopia is not listed, to be read not worth it.
That would have been possible? No.

Here ends my speech. In a subsequent letter, I will run them Why do we need an anthem .

Sincerely
her
MA

Stone Oven Blue Prints

A trip to the country [Part Three]

- 5

- second continuation part

... eagerly devoted himself to the darkness of the August rugged landscape. raised on both sides of the trail is half rocky, half-wooded Ridges. Dark and August rising tension expected in the appearance of the ruins that rest on the left bank of the Saale in the barren rock. The known state of the feelers, the hope of joy-beautiful-radio gods, the knowledge of the early achievement of the summit ... - All these weird adventures of its more powerful, the inside of boiling emotion tied him more firmly to the dirty disc, which it is separated from an outer. And he waited grudgingly and in constant turmoil that followed the passing of the ride. The old lady he had no longer present, and indeed he seemed to have removed from the compartment completely, vanished more and more in the deceptive, siren-like noise, which took him half and half, he threw himself at her feet. He was almost there.
But all of a sudden opened up again without warning the door, and again in August with a dark felt brutality pulled back into life, slapped with the violence of everyday life and looked wutschäumender gesture and the horror of the surprised animal behind. The poodle remained motionless. Stood in the doorway, dressed in the usual uniform, an official of the transport company and demanded in a northern dialect, to be able to check the tickets. The old lady fumbled in her purse and handed her ticket to the conductor, while August Dark, still struggling with his anger, reluctant reached for his, that he, as always positioned on the shelf by the window had to be well organized to act. The elderly gentleman, who in his presentation, with his wire-rimmed glasses and his handlebar mustache, sprung from a time seemed to be because you waited in the shelter of the ruins of a hoped-for future and babbled with Schmissgepräge licensed songs a coming unity. Ridiculous, August dark thought. But the ruins ... panic seized him before the memory of the minutes from the conductor interrupted. Confused and lost his eye was looking for guidance, according to a fixed point on which he could focus on. But he had not the slightest approach to familiarity and became more desperate, helpless in increasing the certainty, the ruins were already pulled over, without him they would even for a moment can take a look. He craned his neck in all directions to collect may, where he was. But August could not reconstruct his dark place. He wanted to sink into his seat again beaten back. But all of a sudden appeared the famous limestone wall in front of his eyes. He stared at her so hard it just went - not to have to look again - in the knowledge that it was the harbinger of the beloved. A certain form of relief spread through August darkness, but was immediately swamped by well-known anticipation of the sublime.
they lifted now on the hill right of the elongated hall, across the valley, through the August darkness path led. Up there in high altitudes and rested the rest of reflection still, the torn, by the millstone of the surpassing worth of time described fragment of a perceived ideal of the past. With an iron heart and brazen, ruthless sense of the Wall skull looked down contemptuously, and August, dark thoughts crossed in the decaying palace. But it was not this palace that he passed through, bound with all the seriousness of the fanatical mind. It was the old house, for all the ruins, only the Deputy Mark signs his signature to be self- could.
lonely thoughts are there, an empty and sad senses free immersing oneself in the dangerous silence of the stone. Deeper and deeper he led his thoughts, for he had learned to see down. A thought can be sterile place, he, include it in the aesthetic memory, the miserable emotions that tear at one in the tower shackled in chains and in the disappearance of the contemplative is now trying to satisfy the desire of the vanished inside-being. For what you look inside you, ruins? Probably fall only to his own fear. And we overheard in the echo of the horror the mother's dictum that hidden fear in every one's hope does. Hoping to keep the receiver as a woman of indeterminate sadness zimtne as extending the suffering of the draft, the introjection of the pain will. But why all this just sloppy, absent-minded stroll in the fatal plains of the ideal garden? Why just this fascination for that locus melancholicus, where one only, like a priest, the knowledge of one to mourning plays the great loss in ascetic resistance, can only imagine shadowy, that affect complex contexts, that speechlessness the feeling of the Oppressed being-in always higher ecstasies increases. We always seem to be the slave owners of our own, as an auto aggressive monasticism - beweihräuchert and chastised. We would rather suffer in ourselves, trusting form to the dark chamber of hidden passion, its walls a painful hard limit, as in a non-constructed, well conceived, perfection-driven oceanic Urbalse to be friends with us.
While he dwelt on these thoughts, he noticed that the forest cover, which ordered up around the area of the debris field, like the bony remains of humanity seemed to have passed. And the unusual closeness of this February day underscored the impression that it was ruined by a further part, as a confirmation of the first fenced. They watched there motionless at a point between day and night, locked in the tightest grip on forever.
"It's a strange thing with these buildings," interrupted a harsh, very concise and deep voice. August wanted to turn the darkness of not initially took a deep breath and rolled her eyes up almost under the skull. Somehow, my journey to be a single fault, he thought to himself, and reluctantly turned his head toward his right shoulder and looked hard about the sameness of the old woman in his back. Because you think it was as you wanted: You spoke!
"Considering what a great benefit these ruins, their best days when they still called castles, were. And now? Useless! As Mother Nature gets the love again kindly, what will one day be the world's inhabitants with painfully tortured hand wrested from her hat! ".
turned with skeptical views August Dark Half now half the upper body, because all of a sudden he wanted to hear more of the Rätselweib. What did the lady for thought, he thought in surprise. But without him to only give a glance - August Dark did not know if it was being said or just a manifestation of this was a curiosity to keep their vocal chords in shape - she started again at random in their guide to scroll around. Because August Dark with this process was already well acquainted and had no aspirations more in inner blasphemous tirades to Handed down, he turned again to the ruins where the train had now been passed to the half.
How to force they have tried everything to conquer ... And now that the even more distant green has reclaimed its rightful place ... A will only be conquered for, by nature, and always a constant re-mastered. incorporate .. A battle of the rough, warlike hand with all the endless semi-claw nature ... And as I fight this to the lowest district is known, as any sentient human beings can not be a stranger ... Could it be that the secret goal of the ruin is the property developers? If this will only masked and diverted the will to rock? If so, then the Living in truth only an imposition, during the course of the worthlessness of the things we try to fill it with meaning that can be understood only in relation to this great indignation. A lie in the strict sense, that we paradoxically able to tell the truth, namely that it is a lie. Nothing more! August
dark rubbed his eyes, which were after the effort of thinking work hard and become red. In it suggested a sense of indeterminate growth, an inflation that would raise more and more to the point of not endure more-take-place. At the point where the voltage should be discharged, all fell unconscious on the back, unable to reveal the world - a silent and sad scene. But the bubble burst not, the darkness was August awful thought that he had to endure with hypertonic stress. And what would happen to the world, was walking the whole force of infantile rage at her? A play would be a resigned, illusion-free games, sitting in front of the fragments of the world that would not have to add again. And where you, as the soul? Dismay and sadness - the winning of this game. The passing
ride had passed its zenith and started saying goodbye. A See, without the stern reflection, had hired the August darkness before minutes. His blue-gray eyes, in the a contemptuous Green had infiltrated - a little cloudy, squinting through it, but of fine visible veins - instead of looking to the outside to the inside. They also had the habit, in moments like these, an emptiness to endure evil and punishing them with the look of disdain as a ridiculous episode dismiss, to achieve a certain distance from the problem, self-monitoring. You have to have cure for it! - August protective darkness credo. Always
also appeared to him and he had the remains look almost around the corner, everything still can overlook. But however much he tried, his thoughts no longer came. Done and to some Sense beaten, killed, he based his heated forehead and cheeks flushed with the cooling glass and expected in adiaphorer sinking the complete disappearance of the phenomenon, the huge size made him feel his runt-be altogether. He was tired and fell into a faint. But again:
"Today everything is so completely sans genie et sans esprit! Is that still chivalrous? "She spoke again with him. And had spoken after the old lady that, in August turned dark with a start, the would not allow his weariness can order was combative and suddenly awake. He clenched his staunchly believed rights and stared angry look on the figure, the average across from him so smug his affliction. What this woman knew of these things, it went dark in August gale force winds by the irritated and wavering thought. Certainly they would have to attend in their appearance at the court of Louis XIV there usual clowning, without in the least conspicuous ...
"As the world is old yet!", It sounded from her wrinkled mouth. And how old I am in it, August was thinking dark deep breath and left eyebrow pulling up. And as if the new break was not enough of the old, finished a darting over express the views of the outgoing and August Dark was again fully in his despised arrived here.

Should You Get A Tattoo If You Have A Ringworm

A trip to the country [Part Two]

- First part sequel -

... Through the sliding door squeezed in half rotations, somewhat awkwardly, a lady old age. In one hand - it was the left - they gave a red-green plaid suitcase, which, as it seemed, some housed in weight. On the other hand, they led one of those ridiculous little dog ... a clumsy and arrogant cattle, as August had to find on entering the dark beast. Even before the disturbance had left their luggage, hopped the animal, it had to be a dwarf poodle, on the August darkness which is located opposite seat and looked him: So at least he felt it and then tried his uncertain gaze to focus on an exterior. But he would not quite succeed, and again and again he found himself, as he was looking at this thing in the eyes ready, constantly associated with the fear that he would have placed this uninvited guest a barking about it, though but he was already suspected, and thus prepared, it had experienced half, would shudder deeply. Just what was it that blew him out of the Animal contrary? Where does the threat and insecurity? And above all, where this urge towards this being where the repellent will to approach? Almost one-crawl-do, a ...
not Knurr poodle August'm fully disgusted dark horror. And a shower poured over her shoulders, so he wanted to free himself, shaking it, and only retreated deeper into the seat, his seat.
The old woman had also finally found space and made it visibly comfortable and took a deep breath. And again, August was otherwise dark as to throw a dirty look to the form, and most of all he would have taken that phrase as literally as possible. What audacity you could have in a shrouded compartment burst into to let down without a word and all this in the most natural thing in the world to take advantage. Was it not common as a given the Increased to ask whether for were still available here. But that even the older generation seemed now to move away altogether. As they sat
so in its complacency and was dark as it August still seemed not the slightest notice taken of him. Maybe she was blind and August darkness was so quiet that they thought to be alone in the cabin. August darkness looked more closely and immediately shrink back. The lady started in her purse, the August darkness had not noticed until now, dig and took out a roadmap and a case from the depths. Blind, she was not so. Over and over greater the degree of outrage in August rose darkness without even angreiztem already inside. What was this person one, as they could only ... August darkness interrupted his thoughts from another time and forced himself into a dangerous peace of mind, secure in tension, which he locked behind the walls of self-control. A deep, but enervating breathing and inner abundance. August
dark again decided to follow the course of the rising landscape. A brown-green hue spread of decay of all that was passing outside the cabin to limit him. A warm winter, it had been. And the storming of the feeling of approaching Spring, it was dark August it even harder to rid himself of his infantile impulses. Spring is kitsch, he thought to himself. Everywhere singing and colorful Geblühe. It was the sound of rain this time, he exposed his walk year after year of great distress and staples a long-lived action believed to be enduring. It was the scent, the sweet, the Hazardous. The risk of the flower and the flattering appeal. But still, the winter was in the world, he thought easier. Still, everything was good, was cold, still half frozen. And yet it crumbled everywhere and was on the move. The sultry, humid air that had exposed during his August dark windows experience, but was still cold enough, a greasy and sticky and clammy reflection left on his irritable skin. He took out a handkerchief the pocket of his ruby red faux leather jacket and the nature wiped from his face.
The train had left a convent school behind and headed for Saaleck to ...

Pigital Play Ground Pirates Free

A trip to the country [Part One]

[The following are represented at this point in the series of their origin, the fragments of the above-named novel. Initially, a pilot with a long end which asks for more.

signed the first author



The direct sound that was monotonously the track with the train and in a constant cycle created, August dark gradually, but contrary to regularly scheduled certainty his chosen target control. It was a sultry day early in February and the now lowering sun appeared in the sky, the cut only a few gray-blue clouds. August
darkness had decided there should now pause time university commitments for a longer period, and he was made a change in the air of urgency in order to gain a little variety and idleness, to visit some old friends. They were acquaintances from the city of his birth. From the provinces, which had held on a hillside near the resin. A place of gloom, the cold and discomfort, sterility and silence, the silence of nothingness. But the place of idyllic gardens, urban forests and ruins, which were the transfiguring detours and vanishing points of his world that, according stale noodles and smelled gas.
only concrete and gray backyards. Later bourgeois facade and bad theater. And again this ice cold.
He sat in a cabin of this mass, which was completely crowded around him and the ordinary. Soldiers, bankers with briefcases and their artificially tanned faces, which are considered always tried hard to fake and smile. Their health was unbelievable compared to the dull and sickly constitution August diametrically darkness. He always tended to a slight kind of high blood pressure and suffered a nervous excitement that made him feel his heart heavy and pounding. Always crept over him not to explanatory discomfort of his hospitable Ritscher system, which was accompanied by the appearance of nervousness and tension.
a nasty mixture of the scents rose in August dark nose, and he felt the nausea rise in itself, associated with a suddenly falling on his fatigue. He had long been sleeping properly. There was a smell of greasy food, after the poor, or abused in excess perfume, after alcoholic fermentation, and - this was the worst -: according to people! August pulled the collar of his dark upper part of the nose and breathed in the hot, stifling air of his own. After a while he lifted his mask and pulled by the deep Nose a pinch of impregnated of impurity air time because when you breathe long enough for more carbon dioxide than oxygen satisfied, an also the worst air, hid half of the face, back under the fabric and crouched in a curved attitude in the last possible corner of his seat . He had to start the trip in vain attempts to open the window. Previously, he was able to remember days of youth, he had always held his head in the wind and always feared that he could smash the next pole. Now everything was sterile and safe, air-conditioned. But the stench!
nothing he would rather have been than to light a cigarette and in the blue and white Mist to protect it from what surrounded him so disgusted. But smoking is now banned once. Even so, an unkindness of this morality priest. Eventually, if they have repaid all emergencies and fires of human civilization from the commonplace, August dark thought to himself, the wicked one of the consequences become visible: a castrated world, full of stupid and trumped Health Degenerenz. It creates so as not even the bad weather. Smoking is still man's best part ... But suddenly he was all red at the thought and he enforced his inner silence.
He noticed the gradual slope of the mountain. It was hilly. The well-known and well-kept vineyards emerged, with the well-ordered rows and their hard-working growers. August Dunkel liked the wine. Later, he always said when I reached the dignity of age, I will also call such a property I own. But with his will, it was not very good. He did much wanted everything and more and more.
He was a master of imaginative planning and implementation of events, that awaited execution making him an urgent reason to get the Remote to himself and himself alone, to face in his case-to-be's fears of reality; the fears and big disappointments, the growing disgust and anger. Already painted from early childhood to he is the finest and most daring stories, which he in his head to developed to a point where they broke off in the collapsed, fell back to the point of her statement, the unfinished-altitude flight, which resolves the world, just before the last and serious step taken incurable. There, the impossibilities, the uselessness and the eternal sadness. But where is the soul, the inner cohesion of this alternative world, the external correlation? It is not easy ... those were his words.

second

The train stopped in Naumburg and stayed there for so long that August the dark time of waiting to, used to smoke a cigarette or other. Because of the did maintenance work on a number of trains it for a while to enormous delays, was not more August dark angry. Even he could not understand why those pesky, persistent fault-finder, who surrounded him, just could not accept the situation as it was, and is busy with things that had less to do with half-knowledge and proletarian ignorance. Because traveling is such that most do not care. Anyone who takes offense at this because even tasteless furnishings of the cabins, more reminiscent of a cattle transport, as a means of transport for civilized and witty man. Everywhere and hard plastic seats, where you every few seconds, the position of his Buttocks must change and not bad it just does standing room near the toilets convenient to take advantage.
Just as soon as today, travels as fast as the class and style of our travel. So fast, you see nothing of the two.
Such thoughts go dark after August, while he - standing in front of the station - escape smoke in jerky movements of his lips in the sultry, but still moist-cold late afternoon air. He looked through the bustle of the place and into a deep uncertainty angeschauert dreaming of a strong emotional labor. The ice is near, he thought, and I like me in my solitude to please know, here in the meantime, in a strange land, without binding. And things are quiet in the twilight of the night ... confidence and hope it flowed through disgust, but also with appealing tendon, and he could not help but to gradually rid of the barriers and all difficulties. The resistance was broken, wanted to get involved in something that took place in the abyss of his nature on the galley slaves of passion are eternal rudder work. He was light and yet he freely breathed and felt the world between them.
But then he saw her again: the eternal fear, guilt and remorse. The breath he hesitated, as if you poured over with a splash of cold water. The eyes began to flicker, just dying candle, and his heart would break free from its bony limitation. A fraud had attacked him and he threw the cigarette, which he blames on the floor and turned abruptly away from this brutal spectacle, from whom he had seduced and made haste to reach the train. Everything had just rested ever so evenly and arranged in the twilight was without notice in all its forms. Everything went in confused lines past him. He felt pressured from all sides, demanded and injured, and even cheated ...

third

When he was back in the wagon and its Hispanic Attack with half a bottle of ice cold water, for which the had even against his habit by the staff of the board Bistros ice can give, was reprimanded, he took his bag and rolling suitcase and left the cabin of the stench in hopes a smaller and empty equivalent to . see If not, thought August dark, I stay in the corridor are. And if I have any peace is to be full, so I will at least stand in the way the passer. But so far it had not come to the happiness of August darkness. He found, after a short walk through the hallways a completely empty compartment. Looking around to both sides if none of the underprivileged was watching him, he entered it, and hastily closed but very quiet behind the sliding door could be, ripped the curtains, which have seen for ages and had no washing machine from its smell and Habtik one would tell the story of the train, before the windows and quickly opened the window, which luckily still here from passenger could be self-operating. He dared to keep his head very neatly out of the open shed, while he clung with both hands on the frame, always struggling with the sudden feeling of instability, awaiting the tug, the ankitzelte him from below anzuckerte, with lovely Ammenstimme knew to call for him. A fear and a longing, the haunted houses, the breaking up only allowed to the point of focus and our tolerable August held in darkness.
The wind was dancing the well-tailored dark pony and August had to squint my eyes and felt when you breathe in the air fast almost overwhelmed. The feeling when pressing the air mass in his lung, was like the cold water on his face. A halt of breath, a tightening of the windpipe ... a thrill, a scare. And yet turned in after passing the cleaning a tolerable state of freshness and forced Munter-being. Still intoxicated by the sight of game, it was exactly this hope August darkness that moved him to indulge in another danger. He closed now quite the eyes and breathed deep shock of hissing air and off. Memories with a child's emotions went through him and he learned from them drive was again light, careless.

4th

With a strong jolt went to the door of the cabin, without notice, as if the wind of the August darkness head she would have bathed torn. Surprised opened August dark eyes, squinting, turning his head toward the nerve, which took place there. As a result of this movement, he pushed himself on top of the framing of the face - just one place above the right eye - which put him even more furious. He covered his hand with the point settled in the hard casing to fall and followed fully questioning outrage with the other eye on the play that ensued now ...

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Enthroned for AWE

because otherwise we are not poets: unholy demagogues without disciples, deceiver, devil, anti-people. There are those natures who set out from the death chamber of a sad and indescribable inadequacy to understand their fear. The inner, wutschäumende sea can not and will not otherwise, followed by eternal necessity of the painful path of the separated and lonely burlesque of art. What a pleasure!
And since I now know how it behaves - with 25, as a people of my state of highest Decency is usually her - mocking I-capable, smiling, with all the powers of the art equipped all hardships and bitterness, fear, and audacious idea of one and serious comedy to dispel this hoax to tug pilot light to do, and redeem .
we sell ourselves in icy heights, then in the risk of great freedom, insanity and death, we can freeze things with our eyes winter wind, they impress, to avoid being forced to overcome ..., but who has ever been overcome? Our way of size but only the attitude of a simian Poss fool, a sad clown - ripe, but not funny, but sad, full of irony and misery (-?) staged, well-lit. That's the tightrope of our artists guild! Our rope stretched between life and art, between a living there and the icy and dark dangerous here ... our double bottom is paved ... but someone has to dance on the rope, one must remain. Terribly lonely and all. But fearless and big? You understand what I mean! Disparaging
recorded perform a resolution view the empty housing, inside which only soulless dismay and sadness salvaged their huge chain Urtragödie. This is the inner cohesion of the world: the bloody game from the end of the joys and ... from the not too distant climes sounds a familiar credo: Renounce shalt thou! You ought to! This is the eternal song, the hoarse singing ... every hour.
But what is it for a contempt? It is yellow and full of wanderlust. Much is hidden desire lurking in it, pain and hope of redeeming love flash concealed out of the long preparatory cloud. But too far from the tragic lives of the District of donkey Banal-naive. We move among people like the albatross caught on the rain-slicked cobblestones of naughty people.
But how to save the project? Must it ever be fed to a saving bank? Is not it already because of his fixation on the here and now justified forever. Has not happened to the silent knowledge of the inner struggle of the spirit against the body and its allies, to do something? No "you shall perish!" But a ". So wanted and I want it, it'll probably do it like that" The rest is not silence, but the shocking, mysterious call of the art imaging, and echo the cry of terror in order to proceed. Lure and shake, seduction and confrontation - that is to square the circle.
But here does not end the danger, not the trials and tribulations of eternal night. From it, it is relentlessly, in monstrous time permitted the fluctuating figures bear firmly against the East and to free them from the bottomless pit of the larval state.

The artist is the ultimate consequence of life, and perhaps even of human beings.

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The burning hatred and relentless contempt for the variety of the hypocrisy, waste against morality per se ... always great and empty words, with which one poses as someone better than a knower ... dear should such a man in his moments of this kind, all-embracing idiocy be aware ... if he could only remember how hot-blooded exaggerated, everyday, and flat he humbled himself before him ... the unbrauchbarste form of forgetting ... the categorical imperative: to comply with a single will to nothingness ... useless!
One should its narrow head - at night the noise encouraged - not besieged with problems, that is miserable and unsuspecting slave to the day itself ... There are those people who are the subject of their ridiculous celebration evening sermon himself, knowing it not once but let guess then.

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Enthroned

because otherwise we are not poets: unholy demagogues without disciples, deceiver, devil, anti-people. There are those natures who set out from the death chamber of a sad and indescribable inadequacy to understand her fear ... The inner wutschäumende sea can not and will not otherwise, followed by eternal necessity of the painful path of the separated and lonely burlesque of art. What a pleasure!
And since I now know how it behaves - with 25, as a people of my state of highest Anstänigkeit is her usual - I'm mocking smile-enabled, with full powers the art equipped all hardships and bitterness, fear, and audacious idea to ban the one hand and serious comedy to tug pilot light to do, and redeem.

The artist is the ultimate consequence of life, perhaps even in humans.

MA