When I think of it, what even the best of which, I know, I guess in the context of the so-called "balance", I lose almost all interest in it, my reason Despite worse, nor any auswiegenden, ie balsamierenden, cute, to write cheerful do-gooder text.
Maybe I have to even prohibit any literary added, even still promoted happiness, because I perceive what is sunbathe there.
I should so be considerate of each prayer and begging crutch behind the gay party Convent of Sankt Pölten, while Israel around brandishing weapons and Fukushima further durchschmurgelt?
Since people could not bear to read it yes, what is?
Then these people are damn hinlesen again somewhere else, in their garbage into star, or their Seichspiegel!
I do not need readers who want to know nothing decisive, especially and above all, so it does not torment their cowardice!
What good is such readers!
Has the devil anyway!
There is plenty of Laber blogs!
May the pass away!
Herumsülchen, while the other drones to bomb?
Gottschwafelei until the rind breaks down to one last time to feel good and just innocent can?
The cowardice of the bacon belly with green angegammelten Seim Brush?
A little - glue pipetting in the brain cracks - mind you little and slow?
Metaphors to Affern?
I'd rather verhartze or sweep the street, because that such supply will my fate.
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