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art for short breaks, I think, and sit on the grill and smoke, although I'm still Non smoking. Previously I was once an alternative. Was always somehow Indie, most were very nice, was not only provocative, what can be counted at the expense of my Alternativität. I was deep in the division without division and saw everything (sorry I rhyme by accident) from this perspective, sensitive with a certain arrogance. Now, ten years later, I sit back on these stairs and look down again, as in an enclosure. The same Young, just kind of over that time. And, what is missing, I ask myself. What is missing with the boy at that time? I think it is this expectation setting. This "I-will-be-lived-today-maybe-Altitüde" may even do what I Living ... Everything has stopped caring. I do not get more excited when I look at strangers. The leave me cold. I just look at it. I am cold, that's probably the problem. Unausgelöst, I put in too many set in me. But no matter. I myself care less. Because of me does not change the world, and certainly not the pen at my feet. I appear at the edge, I just do not seem to, but somehow DIMME front of me. Distances to Offenarmigkeit the are lived-wool. I have already made the arms wide for so many in my expectation setting that I somehow now, so, no matter. And I do not really care, I'm not no matter. I am so become a matter of rusty scaffolding aspect and me and my far too important to take equality. Was I the past, when I still lived at home real alternative as today, where I'm free, free-thinking, free from collateral, and well, let us admit it, because I always actually less free? It will certainly not be free without them. But anyway, I was in the family nest of free, unbound, flowing, expected? Be expected, is an appeal by the youth, think I do. Is always good when you're expecting, planning can make the strip by passing. Sure, it has to happen too. " And again, I am now waiting times not so without being asked. I thought earlier: "Whatever comes next?" I think today, "What was all that!" Yes, today I calm myself with that but nothing is what I did not see coming, unless it is a coincidence or an accident, but because it is indeed pure, that has nothing to do expect, at least I do not think like something happened, what changed my life, nothing that changed me, I feed my similarity with my dim eyeballs. I want the same constant . Remain
I've somehow expected something different, than once to be a non-expected.
Now he wallows, however, thinks her and (to put it to Thomas Magnum): You're right! But, I have just expected too. Now, what is it so valuable to read this Ödnisanalyse, you may think / ask, and although I almost do not care, I will continue this action-poor idea treatise. For now and this thrill comes back, that the situation was "something-passing" could be that you can plan anything, not even his own head and the heart I will not even start the first time. That something could happen to me. So what is dangerous, of course, but it is also dangerous fabulous, if you have at least a "pass-something-could-hope", then anything is ever less care, but is so insignificant it may be, important, and that really means something! Then you could almost back one or another moment to be young and then they are no longer a matter, these human figures, which graze down there or go up on a past the stairs. Then they are not even characters, but you see them as walking, warm wonderful opportunities. Warm miracle. Warm is now hard to describe, warm designate probably something like the feeling of a fundamental philanthropy in me. Something like a charity of the possibilities or that it is possible to love people. In general, it is also much easier to love yourself if you are not a non-expected, but warmmütig and quite possibly a miracle itself. Yes, I can still be a true expected Warmmüter, I just have to let it, and so a boy, so what can that I am still, even today.
God, the beer is good and that there is no room on the paper, which is damn too damned good! And because of the music inside, which is also damned good, damned good, and people, so many that I like lousy. I get in: tap dancing. Being young: damned good!
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