In the Praeternachpostmoderne is the port by an aperitif, Salatsilvaner, soup Riesling, Fischsauvignon, the veal patties breakfast burgers, and even to goose and cheese, before and Parfait, already almost finished drunk Peter alike still linger, for not yet extinct filter lots, in addition to the Armagnac, homey in intimate harmony, the Mokka, always present.
Life has finally started to flow.
All festivals serve only the better flow.
Such that the port is now first in favor of the heavenly goose red again gets a breather.
The hinwiederum, chambriert is a perfect match, as this can only be one loosens the sweetness of Port Mocha Parfait and Armagnac, so that they all, together with the already angeprömpelten solids, sometimes with perfection by a round, old Mirabellenbrand, those Attract total juices mixture of a genuine dispute philosophers worthy.
In soups, salads and fish you joked and enjoyed accordingly accompanying White; more depth set already with the first Red; in cognac and port began the serious part; when Nachweine the world was directed.
Meanwhile, I am convinced that the world with twelve to thirteen revolutions harmonic rotates only in light mode while running around somewhere in the late mode between thirteen point five and fifteen.
You must indeed remain in reasonable conditions.
Why but she takes revenge even if they disrespected. And plentiful mercy.
So if, for example, thinks that he can submerge the roast of the right wine is going in to this kind of outrage impudence, which they brought unerringly strong knapsack Pomerania.
Eating without drinking, that was never healthy.
The best idea, there are usually so For two clock.
Often the curve then flattens out at about half four to but, sometimes, after that take at Y-ride after this little break, one half to one hour.
It even seems to be people who until quite some time after midnight never actually say something they could perhaps be new itself.
That is, there is nothing until they have flooded the sheep.
In the course until you have all the cunning reintun, so they tolerate so much wine that they make it five or six or eight hours after the first and perhaps, sometimes just today but successfully drowning the sheep.
Since there are quite a hard warrior.
Some people think myself, mostly just so against fours, they packed it no longer today.
One must then subtly appeal to their ambition. Questions, because when they, if not today, when the preparation practically perfect, wanted it ever make.
It is quite admissible, it must be pointed out, to let that pass such an opportunity was not only negligent, but could possibly also violate the eternal cosmic laws and not a little Karma.
Helping a real friend in need of his Confused, that is not always easy.
Sometimes he wants the sheep partout not abtrinken.
Here it is important to always let mercy.
Perseverance leads to the goal.
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"There's quite hard warrior."
A few have remained faithful to their origins, yep!
However, they hold today's global madness and the further the complete idiocy is devoted, active at that very contributory sluggish Biorobotermasse, usually just two hours after getting up - if that's now the morning or afternoon at four, ultimately plays in the face of eternity, anyway no big role - not more, and make something hard to be a little softer again ...
The best joke of it is that they, themselves just before Delirium Tremens, still have much more clarity as the sheep hordes in a sober state.
"Helping a real friend in need of his Confused, that is not always easy."
Who do you say that ... I had already seen more than one at death to them now as walking undead dance around the calf to see after they abandoned their noble convictions in favor of Mammon's tail.
Any attempt to trace them back to their roots, failed miserably, since the resignation is a surrender already, although this is rarely recognizable at first glance ...
Fuck it, at least there still good even fired Ämmitaler bitters, Zacapa Centenario 23 anos noble, exquisite grappa Ticino, Graubünden and organic beer.
In this sense,
Proscht:-)
Ps. God is dead, they killed IHNSIE, starting with the many worldly religion constructs on the Esoverblendeten, through to the atheistic and materialistic monists, deists and atheists - and thus also the divine grace is dead.
They have made me too hard for mercy ...
Addendum
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@ Dude
You have made it hard for grace?
I'm still soft enough.
Especially when the his sheep consistently anyway not wills abtrinken me instead of him still pointless einzulöffeln, the decisive sip leaves a Sauternes, so that my sheep prefer the sofa crawls before it see its now really irritable Barthel get more wine, and must learn to hear say.
Eventually I let the Unentschaften simply sit or lie down, not without him, of course, a cooler draft should have arisen, nor appropriate to cover, probably times to lead all the more appropriate horizontal, yes, certainly, but at some point I will graciously to my poor, in his attempts tragically failed comrades, as well, but not always, to myself.
Sometimes even my sheep.