moth
it in the lock a Day, in the light of eternal Hell. Him, who spent his life in the shadow of it for sacrifice to dwell in eternal darkness. When she took the night, they snatched him while his one and only. His living room, his food, only there so he can refresh himself on her. No plugging or bar him guards, no shepherd him to the green fields beyond, for only asphalt and cement surrounded him, include him as a corpse in the wall Took the time. A life that he never wanted to live now everything has become what it remains. Black is his soul, black was his home. Now he is the eternal Grell blinded and blind like a moth flying into the light, which holds his undoing.
We die more beautiful. And the world with us. Since the modern
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
How Long Do Spice Racks Last?
start (head) shot
man tends to his extreme mood phases frustration and sadness to write about this literary man, grinning the whole dirty to spit in the face, I was carried away sooner or later this deviant wave and landed where I am now are. Right in the middle. In all this evil around and escape to be completed.
My current concern relates to the current situation prevailing in my training. Apart from absolute chicanery on the part of the higher people, exclusion and the creative individuals out of the system and totally confused and in particular has unnachvollziehbaren learning methods in this place made especially dominance and abuse of power on hand. Each day, repeat absolutely consistent, monotonous tasks, often for hours and listen to without you, that you done the work no one wants to do, so we called it on the cheap labor, including trainees, slides, while you slowly pulls the vomit the neck, as himself who no longer involved in this whole shit. But we have to. We have no other choice. We are indeed on the road if we do not participate in any shit uncompromising.
to let him fuck old sacks unsatisfied mind. Insert the error proposals for one never has done, over and over again. His free spirit and most of his life to redeem a reputation in society. And to have it all just die fürn little ash to not miserable in old piss.
Life is no walk, no, it is a Slaughterhouse.
Good night Germany, tomorrow the nightmare continues.
man tends to his extreme mood phases frustration and sadness to write about this literary man, grinning the whole dirty to spit in the face, I was carried away sooner or later this deviant wave and landed where I am now are. Right in the middle. In all this evil around and escape to be completed.
My current concern relates to the current situation prevailing in my training. Apart from absolute chicanery on the part of the higher people, exclusion and the creative individuals out of the system and totally confused and in particular has unnachvollziehbaren learning methods in this place made especially dominance and abuse of power on hand. Each day, repeat absolutely consistent, monotonous tasks, often for hours and listen to without you, that you done the work no one wants to do, so we called it on the cheap labor, including trainees, slides, while you slowly pulls the vomit the neck, as himself who no longer involved in this whole shit. But we have to. We have no other choice. We are indeed on the road if we do not participate in any shit uncompromising.
to let him fuck old sacks unsatisfied mind. Insert the error proposals for one never has done, over and over again. His free spirit and most of his life to redeem a reputation in society. And to have it all just die fürn little ash to not miserable in old piss.
Life is no walk, no, it is a Slaughterhouse.
Good night Germany, tomorrow the nightmare continues.
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