Saturday, January 2, 2010

Naughty Christmas Lym

01.02.2010, Friedrichshafen

After the end of the school and then the dream just to be rich and beautiful, after the termination of the study, after the time at which I am - just those that are glorified and more - based on the book and after the hope of all to write one more quickly, in my time at the newspaper now and I stick by accident, more than ever before - almost like a straight jacket - in a different section: Palomar5. I am one of seven, one who joined this later, perhaps only one of a single, in addition to six and a cloud of many, many who embody ideas that defy any fixed handles: Pa-lo-mar-five. And in this way I've never worked so hard. The penetration is almost complete, Palomar is everywhere, twenty-four hours - and up to sleep. my arms can not able to embrace the cause so that I can put doubt in the back fat and put on my heart: And yet the usual problem. What is this? It is full of people together , cooperation explored creativity is what provides the time poured, innovation draws the good harvests - and distributed to the environment . Not my language, not my passion, no interest in others, only the intention to inflate my ball with ether, and to push into eternity, are angry besides, envy rub hands with my fists I imagine hurtful blows to face all me, hate to make the air! As I can breathe, surrounded by the best? How to live, live in time and space? So I stagger through the days, as always, half-euphoric, not half.

"Each and every one of you is a super hero!", I hear.

These days no real mountain climb, time does not draw together tight. The neuverwobnen wear the colors of all the old threads, it's just more, more, more, neither better nor worse - it is true. The unfortunate man is always the goal, and the fortunate has always been a joker. One should just take what is there on the floor. Who has a choice, the better, no reason for anything! "You are emotionally lazy."

Maybe. Yes!

then sweeps past half a year, and it was put together to form a new person. And everything has become a part of it. One thinks one is always for one - and for himself. The holy I . But the soup is placed only once. After that, diluted and mixed.

0 comments:

Post a Comment