At the vitamin poisoning after the "vegetarian kebab" I remember it vividly.
Planchierten broccoli, beets planchierte cooked, had pressed into the arms flatbread, after all, a few fresh onions and tomatoes were going a little white sauce.
The hungry man came before him, as though he were a rabbit hutch.
Not even cheese, nothing was there.
No wonder that the followers of such foods must believe in their own reincarnation.
This should probably create the spiritual balance.
I almost quoted: "Christians, cows, women, Englishmen and other democrats."
By Christianity only in its Wiederverfleischlichungsvariante the sausage pulls off the plate, you get old, saggy, wrinkled, finally Indian.
It is sheep, Blok, the Ascendant retreat, so crab, most Stümmling, so fish kiss.
At the bottom of envy lies.
The doing of the cowardly soul.
Because the repressed envy sweetens the waiver in effect.
Happy so stares of envy of the waiver ends on life.
From a cowardly No one is so brave of a higher morality.
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