-.-...
Auschwitz has left me with quite a scar, as it looks. It was not even at the concentration camp itself, but to the social experience of there safely.
And I say almost, my suspicions were confirmed, so my hatred or better formulated: My aggressiveness is currently back at everyone and everything depends.
Auschwitz concentration camp, the two .. I mean .. were shocking, you can refer to something not really prepare, but I am very grateful for the follow-up. I will not write much to it. I can not express in words what you feel when you stand there, where millions of people have suffered. In particular, the "gateway to hell" at Auschwitz-Birkenau was pretty ... crass. Unfortunately, I no useful photos are managed, which could capture the feeling. There are so few artists on DeviantArt, which is managed better. Addiction just search for the word "Auschwitz". Do not you get this .. except to say that such things must never happen again.
In the Youth Centre itself struck me that I must have something in me that people are scared, truly, that I somehow worthless as the other makes. Any friendship that I try to build up ends in a dilemma. And I mean a lot of people before. The fact that I am always .... Jule dismisses some matters concerning coarser friendships that I made clear yesterday ... everything.
Nya .. of the relationship with Jörg I dare not speak.
is Seen in my entire life during a scrap heap. All the memories I have, I would have wiped out .. it all, best to all feeling. When the evening I just think I get depressed.
I had some person standing close to me, yesterday to take a cynical set of the head ... I've tried not to do it. Peace of mind to look ... but I notice that currently the jealousy eats away at me and everything halt ...
Seeking refute a person who is related to me in this matter, but probably there are not that. At best I am beginning to learn of the suffering. I will be going down anyway.
Black is the color of protection - her coat penetrates any offensive views.
Black is the color depth - like a long tunnel or a dormant, dark ocean.
Black is the color of caution - do not hide it, no one forces them to be.
Black is the color of the night - it brings us to dream.
Black is the color of mystery - a mystical Aura surrounding them.
Black is the color of tolerance - it goes with every color and amplifies them.
Black is the color of wealth - every ray of light takes her in and closes it in themselves.
Black is the color of freedom - it shows no color and border do not like to be painted after
Hm .. I think a conversation with my "private therapist" would not be bad now. After endless difficulties
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Out Of Province Inspection Calgary
sample dial
decision I just got my sample dial-up piece of paper filled out, looks like this:
decision I just got my sample dial-up piece of paper filled out, looks like this:
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Bettie Page Movie Wig
ASP \u0026lt;3
Whoa .. ^ ^ The company ASP concert with Daniel and Jule was a disaster.
Nya, 19.30 we set off, Glauchau direction, and by Crimmitschau behind such a small town in Crimmitschau was suddenly a construction site. As we had tangled not enough, we then decided to drive highway.
Because my sense of no faith has been given, went to an exit out too early. Argh ... the fuel.
Just before 9 we arrived yet. We have tried, the 4th Map to sell black, but had to come now, have taken precautions. Nya, the cashier the card has returned and given the money back.
The first band 'Dope Stars Inc. was "not that bad. In fact, the fairly rocked well and finally did some in the audience also an encore, which unfortunately could not be granted.
ASP itself was awesome. Attuned the audience with the song "I am a true Satan," was then followed by songs like "Sing Child," "Black" and, of course - who would have thought? - "I want to burn."
This song has rocked the whole crowd. The atmosphere was awesome.
had to be taken as the Daniels leather coat yet by the way, went round the track at jemde. Everyone was allowed to drag the times. Overall, it was
three encores at the end (!). With 2-3 songs they have played, including "Advertising", "And we danced" and "black blood". The latter was tuned by "forward, backward." The audience was clearly enthusiastic.
one it was half over. Unfortunately, played without "my" song "lycanthropy" to have ;___; Nya, but then we have improvised in the car, all three of us together. : P
Finally, I must say .. it was awesome ^ ^ on a new one.
Whoa .. ^ ^ The company ASP concert with Daniel and Jule was a disaster.
Nya, 19.30 we set off, Glauchau direction, and by Crimmitschau behind such a small town in Crimmitschau was suddenly a construction site. As we had tangled not enough, we then decided to drive highway.
Because my sense of no faith has been given, went to an exit out too early. Argh ... the fuel.
Just before 9 we arrived yet. We have tried, the 4th Map to sell black, but had to come now, have taken precautions. Nya, the cashier the card has returned and given the money back.
The first band 'Dope Stars Inc. was "not that bad. In fact, the fairly rocked well and finally did some in the audience also an encore, which unfortunately could not be granted.
ASP itself was awesome. Attuned the audience with the song "I am a true Satan," was then followed by songs like "Sing Child," "Black" and, of course - who would have thought? - "I want to burn."
This song has rocked the whole crowd. The atmosphere was awesome.
had to be taken as the Daniels leather coat yet by the way, went round the track at jemde. Everyone was allowed to drag the times. Overall, it was
three encores at the end (!). With 2-3 songs they have played, including "Advertising", "And we danced" and "black blood". The latter was tuned by "forward, backward." The audience was clearly enthusiastic.
one it was half over. Unfortunately, played without "my" song "lycanthropy" to have ;___; Nya, but then we have improvised in the car, all three of us together. : P
Finally, I must say .. it was awesome ^ ^ on a new one.
Saturday, September 9, 2006
Brazilian Waxing Metart
cold, this morning
greets the day approached slowly and pale
only the blackbird sings
trembling grass
Turned Journal
erratic Scripture
salty
pain no end in sight
How mercilessly
beautiful no matter
light reveals
No curtain falls
traps I will
back into the lap
of those night
have awakened
And framed by the morning light you count
the tears that night, make them lead
meal floor, weeping into my
heart grows no herb However, I take tea
cold this morning in the glass
Bitterniss
poured the concerns
and I forgot
brings nothing to terms
If you remained only
I stay alone
Whatever you give
As your whisper
sounded in that dark nest
memory shards
I collect 'them
How smelled your hair
in that that hour
do not remember it's
've never known
And relentlessly chasing us this time
hunting us apart, all around
No way, resistance is futile
spirit and time, the spirit within us
cold, this morning (...)
If I could I wanted
would I do that I want
But I see see
I
everything that I never saw what I see
But one day, so now is my oath
I'll beat the devil
Shall God willing, a joke about the only fly's views only
Wall and Wall
stones in the heart and head boards vor'm
Soll'n under
burst of love and who we as throwing in a pot
fools, we do
And light is my sword and heat my shield
fire and the shining armor
What we get, we are willing
we never give up and never her And if you mock us and dreamers us
called then, believe me, touches us the little
For he who professes not to be fool-
will wilt henceforth, without dream
Sun wilted I henceforth without a dream without a dream ...
cold, this morning (...)
cold,
cold this morning my hand
what made us become your support waned
me I weep for us
as I see you I stay alone
everything is hurt ...
... I stay alone
all ...
is ... ...
... hurt ...
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Alpha Boilers Versus Baxi Boilers
sulim @ 2006-08-09T21: 36:00
you are still single, because you do not compromise
It's always the same: a you fall head over heels, and when the tingling famous by then, you will create restlessness and up thinking of the search. Whether normal daily life or relationship: always yearn for excitement and love to be surprised. 2 you ever told anyone that you have not really grown up? 3 For wait times ensure that you have the perfect thing comes along - it was the ultimate job, the fastest car, the coolest apartment or the happiest relationship. It may be hard but you also difficult to accept that is your beloved environment changes that not everything stays the way it was?
4 why: Imagine the challenges of life! You'll win, eventually you have not fallen on the mouth and spread to each party a good mood! But when it comes to commit, then you are gone faster than you can see. 5 you should take the time and ask yourself: Why am I so? I fear that someone gets to know me right? Is it the fear that I give myself? Or so I will not miss a chance, as I am too early to tie the bell? Remember: The best relationships are those that are constantly changing, which never stop growing. Remember, if you know the next time someone, with whom you feel comfortable. Who knows - maybe the story is only really interesting when you are together with your quirks and follies have come to know!
It's always the same: a you fall head over heels, and when the tingling famous by then, you will create restlessness and up thinking of the search. Whether normal daily life or relationship: always yearn for excitement and love to be surprised. 2 you ever told anyone that you have not really grown up? 3 For wait times ensure that you have the perfect thing comes along - it was the ultimate job, the fastest car, the coolest apartment or the happiest relationship. It may be hard but you also difficult to accept that is your beloved environment changes that not everything stays the way it was?
4 why: Imagine the challenges of life! You'll win, eventually you have not fallen on the mouth and spread to each party a good mood! But when it comes to commit, then you are gone faster than you can see. 5 you should take the time and ask yourself: Why am I so? I fear that someone gets to know me right? Is it the fear that I give myself? Or so I will not miss a chance, as I am too early to tie the bell? Remember: The best relationships are those that are constantly changing, which never stop growing. Remember, if you know the next time someone, with whom you feel comfortable. Who knows - maybe the story is only really interesting when you are together with your quirks and follies have come to know!
a Jup ÖÔ I'm always so unsure if there's love is there or not. What should I make another? I hate sad day, P
2 No. .. just the opposite. It keeps telling me I was pretty mature for my age o, O
3 It depends on what you mean by perfectionism. If I am not happy, fulfilled a relationship is not the original purpose in my eyes. Makes my job mih broken, it is not the right one. Hm: / Used with NEM à la golf I can live with; P flat I need not, and with the environment: related to my Gera environment: why not? xD
Moreover, nothing remains as it was
4 I hate the feeling nunmal NEN friend to look in the eye and tell him the bad words o, O, and if he still says I reciprocate the feelings, blah ... there has done it all. That said, I could even write my huge swarm on the blackboard "Claudia, I love you." deny my feelings when I'm not sure.
5 I am what I am. Ok vlt. I'm just a little too cautious in the direction, but right now it is going well and when I gotten no relation, P I do not care. I have two people that I endlessly important (although I do not know when, how it handles) and if necessary I will die happy as a single. - Or virgin.
Conclusion: nice result, in my opinion, however, all results wiederlegbar and everything is again not now. ^ ^ Well not really take seriously
2 No. .. just the opposite. It keeps telling me I was pretty mature for my age o, O
3 It depends on what you mean by perfectionism. If I am not happy, fulfilled a relationship is not the original purpose in my eyes. Makes my job mih broken, it is not the right one. Hm: / Used with NEM à la golf I can live with; P flat I need not, and with the environment: related to my Gera environment: why not? xD
Moreover, nothing remains as it was
4 I hate the feeling nunmal NEN friend to look in the eye and tell him the bad words o, O, and if he still says I reciprocate the feelings, blah ... there has done it all. That said, I could even write my huge swarm on the blackboard "Claudia, I love you." deny my feelings when I'm not sure.
5 I am what I am. Ok vlt. I'm just a little too cautious in the direction, but right now it is going well and when I gotten no relation, P I do not care. I have two people that I endlessly important (although I do not know when, how it handles) and if necessary I will die happy as a single. - Or virgin.
Conclusion: nice result, in my opinion, however, all results wiederlegbar and everything is again not now. ^ ^ Well not really take seriously
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
How To Bench Test A Outboard Motor
sulim @ 2006-08-08T17: 45:00
Golden hovers an air of morning
carefree nor worry about
traumversunkne lengths
light streamed ages.
Drunk with the intoxication of the lights back
poppy and spike dense,
diving into the sunshine,
In the summer wind dance.
wind that roared through tides,
About gray marine gauges,
The cooled the Earth glow
whisper lies in the field, in the twilight wakes
The
And with the wind
voice spoke from the darkness, he was carrying
burns up, in light air.
carefree nor worry about
traumversunkne lengths
light streamed ages.
Drunk with the intoxication of the lights back
poppy and spike dense,
diving into the sunshine,
In the summer wind dance.
wind that roared through tides,
About gray marine gauges,
The cooled the Earth glow
whisper lies in the field, in the twilight wakes
The
And with the wind
voice spoke from the darkness, he was carrying
burns up, in light air.
© Lyrics by Forseti
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Transgender Streaming Free
The Power of One ...
My fathers land My mothers tongue
Misleading me so shavesly
For many years i misbelieved
The hatriete is the part for me Father I have
killed many angels, I think
.
I will now walk to the sea.
I hope I will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat
on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
They will remain.
No power to gain no.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun?
Who has been the fool?
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?
To think that you are right
To make sure it won't fly
It's a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true Rainmaker
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I´m truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind
(c) by Sonata Arctica ...
My fathers land My mothers tongue
Misleading me so shavesly
For many years i misbelieved
The hatriete is the part for me Father I have
killed many angels, I think
.
I will now walk to the sea.
I hope I will someday forgive me Please moor my empty boat
on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the signs.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
They will remain.
No power to gain no.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun?
Who has been the fool?
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who can tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Can you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live in, the things said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?
To think that you are right
To make sure it won't fly
It's a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true Rainmaker
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I´m truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind
(c) by Sonata Arctica ...
show somewhere this song that I feel at the moment .. it probably means something very different .. but it describes my sense of speed as they say ..
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