I Masterbate In The Public

Freiburg, gifts delusions and the madness of everyday life

I was supposed to get lyrics for Friday. Friday is an important concert that is what I give to a friend of mine. And since the lyrics should sit ... Instead, reminds me a link to an orphan living of my blog ... 98% of all bloggers start a blog and then give up again. I do not see. I'm not the guy who gives up easily.

Last weekend I was in Freiburg and Valentin've visited the law school there and I still really know from before, when he was here in Stuttgart Zivi. He lives in a big shots-flat, not work in the old gas stove and half of the device from the dead Claus. His bar, for example. This is the dead Claus. Or the sweet coffee grinder in the kitchen - even the dead Claus.
In any case it was great to see him, I have the best coffee with the very best in the world drink milk foam and a lot of Freiburg also noticed. Beautiful city, nice people.
draws the moment the lives of so past a bit. The PH goes into hibernation, all the stress off with Christmas, some things happen in my life and I feel like I stand beside it and look at myself. Maybe because I life in general and especially in particular so different and I've even imagine painted always so different. And I've always thought that if the time goes, then I change my life and my perspective on my own. But it is always the same.
Sure you learn to be a little more patient, more disciplined, a little neater. But the core of the system is always the same - somehow immutable.
Somehow I have always hoped that my artist's soul one day peaceful, positive and will be less hyper sensitive. The hope of the dulling sameness, so to speak, as a relief of the restless soul. :-) Scheint nicht so.

Neben solchen Gedanken treibt mich diese Geschenkesucherei in den Wahnsinn. Wem zum Teufel soll ich denn alles was schenken? Wieso muss man soviel Geld ausgeben? Warum schreiben Leute Wunschlisten wie Bestellscheine? Wieso fallen mir grad nur Geschenke für jemand ein, der verdammt nochmal keine verdient hat? Wenn ich besser mit Kritik umgehen könnte, nähme ich gleich morgen einen Stuhl, stellte mich auf die Königsstrasse und würde Hassprediger gegen den Konsum werden.

Dazu noch mein Versagen bei der Plätzchenbackerei. Mein guter Ruf als Kochgenie und Bäckerin ist dahin, meine Gäste müssen Mandarinen oder irgendwelche Nüsse essen, wenn sie mich besuchen.
Mein Life is a tragedy.
All the more it surprises me that because someone has made 2,000 years ago on the way, his life for Seckel like to give myself. I have heard that many times before, probably never really understand Werdich ...