It has actually done it again, to provoke me to Viertelswut. After all, that is to say, though, that I'm still alive.
How? With what?
Two things that ultimately only the usual, nothing new: The accusation that I do not believe what I should, therefore, be a ohngeistiger Spast, also the usual rhetorical tricks down puller.
I'm annoyed so because I wonder why I still abgebe with such. About myself. There is no doubt what to change. I am too soft, too gentle, too merciful. It reached me with the Esoscheiße. Anyway, if it comes as it is wont to do that often. Untruthful, cowardly, sly, sneaky, vicious, mean, bottomless and still natural.
I know very well why this crisis there. But this I will not explain. Who has sufficient understanding, it will open up easily. The rest need not know.
The other day was one of those evenings. A meeting asked, I came, grabbed the lady again in one of the lowest Depp drawers. Tried her shabby game with me. After several more peaceful explanations to gross insolence towards finally I was angry, somewhat indignantly. It reached. (more ...)
