red cape helps to write papers. really. really. I can do it :)
Freitag, 19. Juni 2009
Montag, 15. Juni 2009
Regina grain, regain rain rein reign
"I should peddle butterflies- there's a shortage in the city"
Oh how I'm aching to pupate... A grain of Regina saved me once again from strolling too deep into rainy thoughts... So I thought to share some of her thoughts, make them yours too.. and "the words float out like holograms"
"Has it always been this way? Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe now things'll start to change and life will turn a better page no more rage" -pickles can change your lives too, give them a chance! Go down the condiment aisle or find a condiment isle and flirt with those lovely green gherkins. Take them to bed, read out to them, have some intimate moments. And soon you will conclude that "love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten and I know I've been asked so the answer has got to be love...."
"I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget, I've got a perfect body 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat" yes they do. eventually. lick someone's eyebrows to find out. "or lick a rock or both."
Looking forward to Paris: "Down in Paris they walk fast that is, unless they're walking slow, and in cafés they look away that is, unless they look right in, and in the corners I get lost that is, unless I'm getting found". I want to be there. Now. Nevermind communication issues: "they think I'm saying hello and goodbye. All I'm really saying is: joizjeoijdfoesjssfjjsjf". Stay true to yourself and even through lipstick. "when I wear lipstick no one understands me". Maybe that's also because I live in my own world. There I'm known and understood..
!!!: "people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous, people are just people like you"
lyrics from Regina Spektor <3
Oh how I'm aching to pupate... A grain of Regina saved me once again from strolling too deep into rainy thoughts... So I thought to share some of her thoughts, make them yours too.. and "the words float out like holograms"
"Has it always been this way? Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe now things'll start to change and life will turn a better page no more rage" -pickles can change your lives too, give them a chance! Go down the condiment aisle or find a condiment isle and flirt with those lovely green gherkins. Take them to bed, read out to them, have some intimate moments. And soon you will conclude that "love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten and I know I've been asked so the answer has got to be love...."
"I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget, I've got a perfect body 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat" yes they do. eventually. lick someone's eyebrows to find out. "or lick a rock or both."
Looking forward to Paris: "Down in Paris they walk fast that is, unless they're walking slow, and in cafés they look away that is, unless they look right in, and in the corners I get lost that is, unless I'm getting found". I want to be there. Now. Nevermind communication issues: "they think I'm saying hello and goodbye. All I'm really saying is: joizjeoijdfoesjssfjjsjf". Stay true to yourself and even through lipstick. "when I wear lipstick no one understands me". Maybe that's also because I live in my own world. There I'm known and understood..
!!!: "people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous, people are just people like you"
lyrics from Regina Spektor <3
Sonntag, 14. Juni 2009
Der Gefangene
Oftmals hab ich nachts im Bette
Schon gegrübelt hin und her,
Was es denn geschadet hätte,
Wenn mein Ich ein andrer wär.
Höhnisch raunten meine Zweifel
Mir die tolle Antwort zu:
Nichts geschadet, dummer Teufel,
Denn der andre wärest du!
Hilflos wälzt ich mich im Bette
Und entrang mir dies Gedicht,
Rasselnd mit der Sklavenkette,
Die kein Denker je zerbricht.
(Frank Wedekind
Aus der Sammlung Die vier Jahreszeiten.
Frühling.)
Oftmals hab ich nachts im Bette
Schon gegrübelt hin und her,
Was es denn geschadet hätte,
Wenn mein Ich ein andrer wär.
Höhnisch raunten meine Zweifel
Mir die tolle Antwort zu:
Nichts geschadet, dummer Teufel,
Denn der andre wärest du!
Hilflos wälzt ich mich im Bette
Und entrang mir dies Gedicht,
Rasselnd mit der Sklavenkette,
Die kein Denker je zerbricht.
(Frank Wedekind
Aus der Sammlung Die vier Jahreszeiten.
Frühling.)
Um Verwortung der Einsamkeit, der Tragik, der Ironie, der Komik, der Fülle ringend, fand ich mich im Badezimmer wieder, in den Spiegel starrend. Ein Uhr dreißig, eigentlich wollte ich schon lang schlafen, fällt mir nach einer leeren Zeit weißer Kachelluft ein. Der Kopf saß schon wieder so voll, dass weder was rein noch was raus geriet. Spinnereien.Ich musste an die Wasserplanze denken. Ich hatte vor ein paar Monaten eine kleine, Salat-ähnliche Wasserpflanze gekauft und in eine simple Glasvase gesteckt. Schon nach wenigen Tagen begann die Pflanze zu wachsen, nach und nach aus ihrer Aquarienwelt hinaus in die Welt. Mittlerweile ist der Teil in der Luft bedeutend größer als der unter Wasser- dort beginnen beginnen die ersten, untersten Blätter zu verrotten. Spinnerei. Deutlich keine Wasserpflanze, keine Kiemenatmerin, keine Atlantis-bewohnerin. Bin gespannt wo sie hinwill.
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