Thursday, December 17, 2009
Colloidal Silver Rosacea
The number of "I-shoot-me-laugh-in-the-head-day is increasing rapidly. It is "off" not even to die but only about the almost impossible. End go offline, be gone. Just like that. A while. Maybe a few days.
is missing to feel your life when you feel all the time of doubt and despair.
This whole unnecessary emotional Gewöll is nothing more than a blockade between life and living. In the long run, perhaps ultimately to death. Unmanageable. Incalculable.
Ultimately ... unheard.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Red Dots At The Tip Of Your Tongue
Spotlight Review "Zombieland" Politically
few hours ago I returned from the cinema in the home. For the first time in my life, I was witness to a premiere, whose attendance was actually above the minimum of 10 persons. There were (miteinberechnet me and my mate) that is 12 people! Seriously.
But what else is expected to when to produce a brilliant film and then is too stupid to promote it abroad to publish? Neither on TV nor the Internet, or radio or newspaper, no one seemed to present anything unusual about this emerging superstar among the comedies.
I can not believe it when I saw the film two and a half times even before I entered the German cinema today and I am even now still have enjoyed themselves immensely. However, we were the only two who laughed audibly in the hall. Are believed to have hired the remaining spectators, as they soon as the credits began immediately disappeared were.
This film is more than a splatter movie ever been sucking zombies. He more than one Abklatschkomöde of which we must cope with a year too many. This film is not the father of Horrorkomöden but he is their God. I am an eternal fan of Shaun of the dead, and I admire this movie still. But I regret to say that I am at least tonight pass the scepter to be a new emperor crown.
Congratulations Zombieland . I had a dream.
few hours ago I returned from the cinema in the home. For the first time in my life, I was witness to a premiere, whose attendance was actually above the minimum of 10 persons. There were (miteinberechnet me and my mate) that is 12 people! Seriously.
But what else is expected to when to produce a brilliant film and then is too stupid to promote it abroad to publish? Neither on TV nor the Internet, or radio or newspaper, no one seemed to present anything unusual about this emerging superstar among the comedies.
I can not believe it when I saw the film two and a half times even before I entered the German cinema today and I am even now still have enjoyed themselves immensely. However, we were the only two who laughed audibly in the hall. Are believed to have hired the remaining spectators, as they soon as the credits began immediately disappeared were.
This film is more than a splatter movie ever been sucking zombies. He more than one Abklatschkomöde of which we must cope with a year too many. This film is not the father of Horrorkomöden but he is their God. I am an eternal fan of Shaun of the dead, and I admire this movie still. But I regret to say that I am at least tonight pass the scepter to be a new emperor crown.
Congratulations Zombieland . I had a dream.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Berry Stain On Travertine
vomit
We are at the Klimakathastrophe of the twenty-first century blame. Only we, we are bad people. We cruel, fascist, German people. No, we the German population . Our consumer behavior makes us horny always crave for better, faster and cheaper to us directly in the burning coals our trip in which botoxvergewaltigten, bloated faces its last available crumbling ashes are buried. Self-mutilation as a product of modified self-preservation mode. And all the best to be. In order to be better. Everyone is better. I'm better, you're better. You're better? Better than me? As all? Is God better than you? God is the best?
is God dead
In this world, God is dead and eleven year old street kids jerk off on his mangled corpse Nahm. Because it's cool. Because even reflashing harder than showing off all the coke and heroin in their thousands to the young, looking to spent a lot of dirty bodies the way out to fight if necessary, even one by the throat slashed by broken glass.
Not only are we to blame for the Klimakathastrophe, we are also to blame for the company. We corrupt, unholy people. We are to blame for Jesus death, guilt, terror on the world, notes of black holes in space, at America, to the world. We do! Germany's dead children!
This is what the media tell me. That's what they want with me baton, beat into reports of high treason and the Bild newspaper. Do you believe them? Do you believe in Barack Obama? Do you believe in Angela Merkel? Do you believe in Stephen Hawkins? Or God?
I believe no one and no one. I believe nothing.
As long as the German people must save the world by attracting fat, great-grandfathers sucking thousands of innocent people with values like honor and morality, with insert and defense for the country, with money and fame and in the burned prairies to send where decades of battles to keep their grounds years ago were drowned in the screams of the dying.
As long as the great, the wise men, the politicians at night grayish, bloody vomit, wipe from their sheets, because they turn around the stomach when they think of that, the German people will be struck down by a creeping pandemic like the plague are parasitic in the country established and suffocated all living things and their own cell disfigured individuals replaced while the birth rate falls, net Germans every day more and more critical towards zero in the shortest possible time a new America in the middle of Europe as a purulent tumor grows from the soil and the last survivors on the Fields in the Middle East are beheaded and raped.
As long as the good, praised, abstinent pastors of this world, ten years of choir boys and altar boys to invite to dinner at their community with their innocent Kinderärsche canonized to maträtieren blessed by God and their long pendants unusable corrupt seed in barren Enddärmen plant and jerk off at night full of unholy lust for filmed seven years of Chicks on the fingers.
As long as the nobility, those who have bought this, the celebrities and people traveling to the upscale tourist prices into orbit around to press on the moon their ugly faces in the moon dust into which I would like to connect them in person. And we fly for prices around the world go for the others eat at McDonalds. And we really can travel every square millimeter of the world in no time.
As long as this world just whorish, hypocritical and cunning power of three is ...
... I will do a shit to save the world. And now if you abolish the bulbs, then I'll shoot you just to
candlelight a bullet in the nuts. But what has also romantic.
We are at the Klimakathastrophe of the twenty-first century blame. Only we, we are bad people. We cruel, fascist, German people. No, we the German population . Our consumer behavior makes us horny always crave for better, faster and cheaper to us directly in the burning coals our trip in which botoxvergewaltigten, bloated faces its last available crumbling ashes are buried. Self-mutilation as a product of modified self-preservation mode. And all the best to be. In order to be better. Everyone is better. I'm better, you're better. You're better? Better than me? As all? Is God better than you? God is the best?
is God dead
In this world, God is dead and eleven year old street kids jerk off on his mangled corpse Nahm. Because it's cool. Because even reflashing harder than showing off all the coke and heroin in their thousands to the young, looking to spent a lot of dirty bodies the way out to fight if necessary, even one by the throat slashed by broken glass.
Not only are we to blame for the Klimakathastrophe, we are also to blame for the company. We corrupt, unholy people. We are to blame for Jesus death, guilt, terror on the world, notes of black holes in space, at America, to the world. We do! Germany's dead children!
This is what the media tell me. That's what they want with me baton, beat into reports of high treason and the Bild newspaper. Do you believe them? Do you believe in Barack Obama? Do you believe in Angela Merkel? Do you believe in Stephen Hawkins? Or God?
I believe no one and no one. I believe nothing.
As long as the German people must save the world by attracting fat, great-grandfathers sucking thousands of innocent people with values like honor and morality, with insert and defense for the country, with money and fame and in the burned prairies to send where decades of battles to keep their grounds years ago were drowned in the screams of the dying.
As long as the great, the wise men, the politicians at night grayish, bloody vomit, wipe from their sheets, because they turn around the stomach when they think of that, the German people will be struck down by a creeping pandemic like the plague are parasitic in the country established and suffocated all living things and their own cell disfigured individuals replaced while the birth rate falls, net Germans every day more and more critical towards zero in the shortest possible time a new America in the middle of Europe as a purulent tumor grows from the soil and the last survivors on the Fields in the Middle East are beheaded and raped.
As long as the good, praised, abstinent pastors of this world, ten years of choir boys and altar boys to invite to dinner at their community with their innocent Kinderärsche canonized to maträtieren blessed by God and their long pendants unusable corrupt seed in barren Enddärmen plant and jerk off at night full of unholy lust for filmed seven years of Chicks on the fingers.
As long as the nobility, those who have bought this, the celebrities and people traveling to the upscale tourist prices into orbit around to press on the moon their ugly faces in the moon dust into which I would like to connect them in person. And we fly for prices around the world go for the others eat at McDonalds. And we really can travel every square millimeter of the world in no time.
As long as this world just whorish, hypocritical and cunning power of three is ...
... I will do a shit to save the world. And now if you abolish the bulbs, then I'll shoot you just to
candlelight a bullet in the nuts. But what has also romantic.
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