at the personal computer

dear reader

ach ich muss mich wieder mal etwas aufregen es laueft wieder nicht alles so optimal wie man sic das wuenschen wuerde der computer holt sich ein neues update faehrt sich selbst herrunter und kommt nicht wieder auf die beine die hotline sagt komisch eigentlich sollte er das nicht machen .. hmm schickenm sie ihn doch ein ... hallo was ist daran fair das ist doch ein witz ich hab da keinen bock drauf und es regt mich auf .. jemand hat mir gesagt er haette gehoert das liegt an dem updates ich kann ja verstehen das bill gates der reichste mann der welt bleiben will aber muss uns dafuer das leben schwer machen und ist das was anderes als mit drogen dealen wir sind doch von diesen rechnern genauso abhaening ich kann mir ein leben ohne fast gar nicht vorstellen ausser immer draussen an der frischen luft zu sein und konvetionelle drogen zu nehmen

also bitte sagt nicht das das hier besonders gut laeuft

pervert

good morning starshine the erth says hello

dear reader
an other part of my life hast o be told here,
I shutted down my computer and what happenen now this windows vista wont led me open my desctop again I dont know why everything was working fine and I was so happy with it, I cant explain it in these technical terms, its like the maschine is possesed by demons know I got find a good pc jesus to hunt the demons from my computer uff where should I find a person like this. I am glad I still got access to the internet browser although all my data is looked my codes pics and music I cant write and dont know where the problem is and again I forget to create this boot disk , so maybe I try my older version with the mistakes from last year and it will work but I dont like it, how can this all be a pain in the ass
yesteday was such a loosing day I hate when things happen that I cannot control
I dont know where the fucking papers are
here in this country germany you are nothing with out a paper I f you cant prove anything you are just a peace of meat I dont have to tell you like they treat the meat they put them in factories to slaughter them down like they did in the 2nd world war in the concetraiton camps its disgusting I have to mention there are some farmers how call them self bio they try to do it a natural way but it is not enough not only that they slaughter the animals in a way that is agains all belives that this world belongs together in harmony
they also import weatr and meat from not so rich countries to feed them selves and and the animals so they can grow fast

no wonder the pupils run amok in thier schools and kill and mothers deep freeze the babies

oh poor germany you life in a dark age why dont you see whats going on there are ways why are your children so weak why dont you

aber ich kann mehr in dir sehen als du jemals erreichen wirst

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super stars

there are these people in my yoga class and they look like super stars like aliens created them as strong and sexy people wearing great fashion having good bodies and they seem to be friends and their clothes look like the have good jobs
aand they are even nice
I am jealous and frustrated and dumm and dont know what to do
I was in this school today to see If I could take the education there on the way there I got cought by the shitty bvg people and I pushed the wrong ticked and cought with with bc in a and had to leave the train and pay now 40 € and had to by an extra ticked for 1,40
was cring about two hours about how selfish I am met a man in the tram who was kind of nice he told me he was sleeping the hole winter on the floor two days ago he got a mat to sleep on I am just a stupid western zivilisation child that does not come along with its life I can fuck drink and smoke but does not make me a man or gives me anything
I met a friend today he was really good looking
we talked about and he is already in the 3rd semester and knows what is going to be
I know I cant be like him but I also want to do something about my life
I did not like the school because it was school and everything
I was so happy to see him
in the tv I saw the kids wish for love and enough to eat ...
why is everything so poor and rich why are we torn
I know we canot be happy every day but what can we do
I am happy when I feel the pain when I strech and try to put my head to the floor of course I dont want to do it all the time but I forget the other pain then
I am filthy all my clothes have stains and holes are out of fashion
I just dont like myself
I am afrait to have a desease and dont know what to tell the people from the assiamt
everything sucks
evrybody hurts
my head phones are broken and my mp3 player too
music is still to expensive and i am not a free man
life seem s like a illusion
hopefully ill have a fullfilling dream again

weekends in berlin /http://de.indymedia.org/2009/03/244808.shtml

http://de.indymedia.org/2009/03/244808.shtml

poetyslam

also gestern war ein zeit tag wo viel zeit hin unf her geschoben wurde und ich dann doch endlich zu spae war auf dem veranstalltund so ungefaer drei stunden aber es war dann doch sehr nett ich habe die letzte runde mir´t bekommen und bin auch zum tanzen geblieben
he´abe keine telefon ummer aber werde wohl auch zu den aechsten veranstalltungen hin gehen +

uoops immer so viele fehler

wo ist

kein ietz fuer nazis

der rreader
first it seemt like a smal town somewere in old england or scotland or ireland maybe it just was a indusrial town somewerelooked dirty and the people dirty driving in cars
it was warm and came wwith my furniture and had it all nexet to the street in front of the house waiting there so I was living outside like in a room of glass but no walls and the passants could see everything I was doing if i lay in bed work at the desk read in the chair or just watch out to the street
nobody ever really cared the all were busy with their own lifes or carring their groceries home
only one time I was sitting relaxed in the chair playing with my dick fantasiesing about men a motor bike rider looked at me and drove backwards to get a closer look what I was doing I stopped and he left as I continued the same situation only the motor cicle ws a kind of these four weels beachbuugies or trike or what ever its called but had an extra weel so the driver could stand if he likes it was a very facinating mashine he drove by saw me came back drowe up the EINFART and asked me if he could help me with the issue betwen my legs but I said now rhanks not now and he was not even up sed or anything he just drove along back ond the street i was watching
I was away in diffrent land I took most of my heavy treasurs with me
and also a lot of crab because its still a part of me
i was wizh my mom she helped me carrying all the stuff
be had to stop at eeral places like hotels and friends
before we arrived in aa house modern and luxirious with a warm climate right next to a dschungle and a pool to swim we got the small guest room and it was full with my chaotic things
the owner of the house was a old man very bitter and alone he seemt to be a grafic designer from his education as he told me but in his life be bacame a inventer
he still had this special tool and boards for drawing and monitars and primitve computers he had fitness training things and a garden that seemt to be always in fog and air full of humidity
he wasnt alone living there he had at least six doughters rhat all could have been super models it was strange this old man with strange skin like he had a disease that made it very dry and the girls that looked not even simmilar but were the best friends sisters
they all very very special and had thier own looks and peace of mind they all were intelligent had selfesteem but although they were a bit strange maybe because they were so special like angels or isolated
they played with the tools made food cared about me showed me around talked and were perfect hosts
I TOLD THEM i AM AN ART STUDENT it impressed them alot of course they were educated in the fine arts but they were sensebel enough not to led my feel dumm couse my leck of knowledge about it and the issue I placed on my shield
I felt like a child beeing with grown ups that treated me like a patient form the institute...
they showed me the instruments draw a picture for me went swimming with me and made food
I new I had to leave very soon did not even had the time to pack my things they asked me for paper and pencils to share with them so they could draw I gave them wht I had and my old water colour and some of the brushes some I took with me
and the heavy books I never read
as we left the house I woke up ...

hello again

it s only a dream its only a dream its only a dream

eveen though reality wants you to belive in it its just a dream !

my computer does not like my real friends and does not support my dream

sorry sorry sorry
well how can I explain what happenend I woke up at six 30 and saw its only sunrise still too dark to read so I gave myself two hours of sleep and turned round, I had a wierd dream
,,I met an old friend a kind of performer and he took me to his home in his car and we were not alone ther was one of his friends with us I missed the performance and everything that was going on I was the PASSANT and had nothing to do acually I was very happy to see these people again
and beeing invited by them openend my heart
I am not tell ing you the rest of the dream because its over and other things happened after I woke up again I thought wow I have to remember at lesast a part of it and write it down
but what happened my computer did no longer what I wanted he just turned himself off and with no reason
of course I dont now anything about it and how they work at all and I like things with personlity and give them names but if they do not behave as my friends and do not support myself with what I am doing why should I keep them in my life


ooh

was keiner hoeren will

hallo ich bin wieder so weit greife ich zum joint und schieb die gefuehle in andere bahnen zwinge mein gehin und nerven bahnen der trauer auszu weichen oder lasse ich den damit verbundenen schmerz ueber mich kommen und hoffe das es besser wird das er mich staerker macht und warte ab esse etwas um zu verdauen was nicht zu verdauen ist
warte einfach ab was passiert sie sagen man muss fuer seine freiheit kaempfe nund auf die dauer macht alles depressiv wer im glaus sitzt soll nicht mit steinen werfen

ich bin nicht verrueckt ich bin ein traümer

ich in nicht ver rueckt ich hoere einfach nur anders
meine sinne sind frei ich hoere euch immer immer seid ihr da nie bin ich allein aber fast immer einsam
klar habe ich freunde und mir gehts auch oft gut wenn ich besoffen bin ist es sogar fast toll

eine sache die aus meiner vergangen heit stammt gebe ich euch gern zum besten zwar kryptisch verschluesselt aber ich lebe ja schließlich auch fuer mich und nicht fuer euch und nicht fuer gott einen schoene sonntag

es war ein mal ein jnge ganz unschuldig der glaubte alle menschen waeren freunde der große boese welt krieg vorbei und in seinem land wuerde frieden herschen und es gaeb fuer alle genug zu essen und zu trinken und jeder haette eeltern und freunde und jemanden der sich drum kuemmert das es so bleibt und gut ist
natuerlich war eimmer net freundlich zu den anderen menschen war hilsbereit und freundlich und neugierig auf die welt
vielleicht etwas schrill und nicht alzu stark er hatte ein schoenes gesicht und weichté haut und haare die in der sonne glaenzten
der nachbars junge war sein bester freund


die geschichte ist so dumm

Eine Frauensache (Une affaire de femmes)

also alles liebe zum welt frauen tag man trifft alte freundinnen sieht sich in fersehn eine doku ueber menstruation an
und probiert den neusten violet lover

ist es nicht grossartig
und marx schreibt ueber die wwieber gesellschaft

wwd !2009