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| Sven Rudolph, 10 months, female chills, like |
A Sea of marbles. No, wrong. A sea of murmuring, sometimes even right against, aufmerksamkeitsmüpfig, understanding and mysterious, clapping and betratschend. It is a Stimmsee, on whose shores I sit with the feet and my head in there pool. More specifically, I'm sitting in the passage and find the not so bad. This I will indefinable and mysterious. In addition, I will honestly, my beer date stood me up (Gatti! sow!) So I'll give just the lone wolf and taps warily on a carpet of entertainment value, with beer as an undertone, and sometimes wine, quite often even wine I see now. They're so bohemian as Icke, I think and measure me at once. I'm not even in Berlin, so not even Icke and does not guarantee B ohème. I care even you could say: Not like bohemian Wilko. When things fit. Here in the course, just like particles, because all are younger and bohibbeliger as Icke and drink red wine or a drink at home and scrape with colorful fabric shoes. And together we are all waiting for music and now "Bingo!" Says Sebastian suddenly, the bookmaker of Teilchengitarre, into the mic and everyone is still command and applaud like clockwork. The English guy who mucked here today says something into the mic and skin-to guitar. Fine, I think. Stop the Murmelbrei. Moreover, I think, yes, the sometimes very well to sit here alone, practically a prerequisite to be objective. Or to rumnörgeln better. One has no party other than his hand, right here behind the counter, almost in the toilet and almost at the gun photo there at the door, which now know the most about me. It reminds me always that you should never throw in the towel. In the voice of the Englishman but a very different picture slides into my eye. Guinea pigs! Leave. Three. piece is not fond of animals, I see now. Let's say three little pugs coat. Sven Rudolph, Einstein and Noah. Sven Rudolph, and you should really teach him sometimes gentle, female and 10 months old. It chills you. Einstein is a headstrong stallion and the same age. The two know each other very well, the assumption is natural, because Noah, the third in the league is, and this is now really so very, very close to her daughter. This could, no, that would have the pig of Kim and his Yochee. These are the only ones I know of that have been making nervous while advertising for American Guinea Pigs on Fetzbuch. Do I have to ask. Super poster anyway. And super pigs. Stop at the Englishman who is not bad, from the exterior of such a type that can be seen tomorrow, not back, but what he is doing makes itself quite well. He may, however, unfortunately, the classic English Ansagenmurmelei too much. He schnuffelt and mutters something serious and sensitive by his stubble into the microphone and all early twenties girls nod much as I can with the best will not say whether this was getting serious, sensitive or significant. No matter'm not here because of the announcements. Now he is playing quietly and taken back. This is clever and makes the room quiet. Noah would also make it so of course that is only a guess, but it is obvious, after all, he is surely something clever. As the daughter of Einstein, one should be a bit clever. Noah is also the way fluffy, according to fact sheet declaration. Guinea pigs in a sea of mumbling, I think as proud (even if it's just more of a Flüsterpfütze in mute). Pride because my metaphors pack a punch today as anything else. The Englishman has something deep from David Bowie's voice, but less nacheiernd. Ground Control to guinea pig Tom. I see now, the Englishman is as a band or a solo performer or as an actress because of me (one is the so insecure after the pigs at something quite) Mute Swimmer . And I did that, Ehrrrenwort really only just realized, although Sebastian had it explained to me before the concert at some point before. Well, well, my metaphors, old Swede! Are surely damned good! So by playing softly because of the sea and people who fit so well that I almost find it a bit prophetic. Well, actually not and if I were really cool, I would not point out that I have something metaphorized well. A good swimmer who Muti. Enrica goes past me, shows a lone Englishman and says: "Cool! The like you intended, right? "And I nod my head and stroke demonstratively. Float softly caresses me to variable way, right now I'm comparing his voice with Glen Hansard from Once, but something happened so quickly with the English, who play alone, and intense guitar. He did not break out the way Hansard in Once, all restrained somewhat, but never mind. It yes, no one spoke of break-out Swimmer and intense it is anyway. Hmm, Glen Hansard Ire is striking me there, that will hear the Irishman does not like that I simply throw in a pot. Reads eh no pig, no Irishman and safer, I think then and I am reassured. My fabulist punditry RECOURSE beautiful in my blog (and thank God a lot more of it in my head). The Mute Swimmer is certainly a fluffy, self-willed fellow and I chill like him and while he abschrammelt the last spoken word passages, I think how strange it is that an unknown person can be so close, as here, the but otherwise far away behind a sea lives in England and so pure that you can look at a section of his life. But at the same time, because you only see the concert, can I watch on it only to him, He remains as a man but then appears remote. Ten yards can pose a huge distance. Even two yards. Because some girls grind on down and scrape their fashionable entertainment with its colorful fabric shoes. I hate yes. Once someone presents his soul cut into slices and then he even more clearly indicate mute in its name, then you can still listen to most times, you snipe! Exactly, listens times, snipe the guy sounds like that is because Mute Swimmer, maybe you hear and see the never been so close to the Englishmen, and when he is not a star, he is soon gone from your life, then he swims softly across the sea and you have no idea who he is or what he thinks, what indeed does not really matter, but he is good and takes you along to his songs, so a close distance travel you should just take time. You may be desired are also only there to look around, then I will have said nothing, then you in full. Be there to be who. Being here is hip! I am here and am also icke ... I remember this, we can only sometimes that I am this controversial sense of mission "I am that man brand" and goes "I turn to those brand man" pretty on the laces. Perhaps because it was so well earlier, or even worse, because it's still constantly on the air himself. No, not permanently, but sometimes you will accidentally also fashionable brand ne be human. But all subconsciously on purpose.
Well, hip young people they are already here, but also nice, I nagging back too much, in fact most seem quite nice and really it could be that I would just sit there and mumble bierritierende Comments would, if I Gatti would not let down. Somewhere in this room probably is someone who looks at me gloomily and think: What writes the arrogant type for all the time around here? Does the somehow for something special? Critics, or what? Archivist-the-present-freak, or what? Can not make something at home? Can not just be there just as we? I hate the so ... and so on. Theoretically, if not I would be here in the passage, I might even just think about me, if I had not been here ... I must stop thinking of the times with cavalry, I think.
nerve But the snipe, even if they might otherwise nice. They should just shut up. It was true. I can not ever not be controversial! If this continues, I will of Johannes B. Kerner on the literary scene, only without the fat-doped contract that would give me the stamps bearable. I am so unhipp that I do not even down the war of the same baby food. Underlines this
I think sea I'd rather not write today, and not pork. No, I applaud the conclusion smoothly and as Mr. Mute Swimmer goes past me, I bring out highly professional and clumsy "very nice" because who knows whether I am an Englishman ever see again in my life going, because that's been better than nothing. From now on, I'll take from me, you're a guest and just being there. Normal host. Unreflective and out off. This is clever and fluffy. Sven Rudolph, Einstein, Noah and me. We are a fine band of pigs.
Wilko 404 is months old and as far as one can tell: male. It chills you in good concerts, sometimes a headstrong horse, and rides very happy to be around and if he is not in itself in it, then he is very fluffy and not live controversy. Leave.
