Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Zebra Print In Wedding Reception
at sunrise
early morning, just before seven.
the sun exerts himself, radiating with warm golden light, the clouds, fluffy to send in the corner and I'm still a little stiff at the tram stop
wait. the smell of coffee still in the nose.
crunches the sand in the eye between the teeth, the dry tongue sticks to the palate and I have to coordinate each step of a new, automatisms and reflexes are still in bed and only come in the course of the day after.
late, but reliable.
as my tram that will finally be charming clattering and rattling rattled around the corner and comes with a flash of his current collector makes more important than it would actually be.
mit dem vetrauten ächzen alten eisens bleibt es vor mir stehen und ein paar sanfte weisse rauchwölkchen steigen von den gleisen auf, hüllen den boden in ein weiches nebelmeer, dem ich in das innere der bahn entsteige.
ich habe einen stammplatz, der dritte sitz von vorne links. und wie immer ist er besetzt.
ich muss mir also einen anderen platz suchen und entgegen meinen gewohnheiten, sitze ich heute auch entgegen der fahrtrichtung, weshalb ich den gesamten wagen im blick, statt wie üblich im rücken habe.
zum ersten mal fällt mir ausserdem auch dieses schild auf:
„bitte nicht auf den boden spucken!“, und ich schlucke die sandige pappe in meinem mund folgsam, aber etwas widerwillig runter. it scratches in the neck.
with a ring is the tram slowly rattling in motion, recalled it at this moment above all one of those little shops Mom and Pop, in which children in rooms, and where the hans his little brother will not pay 1:50 sugar for, but Instead, he smash your face skin and the sugar directly to the source, that is collected from mama.
as having more of it anyway and on top of all, free, and so both make their first experience with capitalism 1.0.
like the tram ride to win I let my gaze wander to the rear by the car looks, the elegant slalom exception to people with gray faces and dark gray.
ask puzzled I also noted that the rear end of the runway apparently not gestetzt in motion seems to have, so the car longer and longer and is before me an ever-widening corridor army with a growing gray, motionless, at best, slightly to the newspaper opens shape rustling, whose end can be seen and certainly not disappear in the dark.
I get a little to do with the panic, but remain in focus.
is always the case?
or which only gray, when I look?
what took place there so far behind my back from it?
I try to distract me with a glance out the window and suddenly discover in it the reflection of my own face:
gloomy, a little angry, serious, sullen. mouth deeper than stock prices, eye-shadowed and small as the hope of a resurgence of it.
the connection is obvious and shoot me with another flash of current collectors in the head:
to how all these people here be any different than grumpy on it, if I here in the front squat face with someone like after a hearty bite of an unripe lemon ?
directly across from me sits a woman in her late 20, nice face, cute nose, soft lips, dark eyes expressionless.
the reddish hair into a knot behind her head zusammengezwirbelt strict, narrow gray jacket, short black skirt.
me is immediately clear because that action is needed. I smooth the wrinkles on my forehead, raise the eyebrows, smile at her.
no reaction.
yet. she turns away.
not just give up now. she looks her again, I wink at her. smile.
slowly begin to shake her mouth gently with a light blob jump her lips into a smile, her eyes light up, I'll shine on and with a huge fly popping her buttons from the jacket, it is ground, and among them are well-formed , firm breasts in a bright neon pink bra to the fore, jumps up on the tips of each round a cocktail umbrellas.
I'm just blinded briefly covered the remaining passengers nun wie dominosteine, reissen sich in bester laune die kleider vom leib, fallen in greller unterwäsche übereinander her und gerade wie die dame auf mich draufspringt, sehe ich rasend schnell das ende des trams von hinten nahen. gnadenlos frisst es all die grauen figuren, die von dem genauso plötzlichen, wie unerklärlichen stimmungswandel unbeeindruckt blieben und kaum hat der wagen wieder seinen normlänge erreicht, bleibt das tram auch schon stehen.
die dame fällt von meinem schoss und zerbricht dabei eines ihrer schirmchen.
ich stehe auf, ziehe kurz den hut und steige aus, meine haltestelle.
draussen knöpfe ich mir die hose zu, richte mein hemd und ohne genau zu wissen, was denn nun eigentlich gerade passiert sei, but I'm pretty sure myself just as a savior of the people in the morning and therefore everyday heroes to have made the tram deserves for those.
to brag I look after the disappearing carriages, in which it off immediately after I started to rain now, and go whistling on my way into the rising sun. 
early morning, just before seven.
the sun exerts himself, radiating with warm golden light, the clouds, fluffy to send in the corner and I'm still a little stiff at the tram stop
wait. the smell of coffee still in the nose.
crunches the sand in the eye between the teeth, the dry tongue sticks to the palate and I have to coordinate each step of a new, automatisms and reflexes are still in bed and only come in the course of the day after.
late, but reliable.
as my tram that will finally be charming clattering and rattling rattled around the corner and comes with a flash of his current collector makes more important than it would actually be.
mit dem vetrauten ächzen alten eisens bleibt es vor mir stehen und ein paar sanfte weisse rauchwölkchen steigen von den gleisen auf, hüllen den boden in ein weiches nebelmeer, dem ich in das innere der bahn entsteige.
ich habe einen stammplatz, der dritte sitz von vorne links. und wie immer ist er besetzt.
ich muss mir also einen anderen platz suchen und entgegen meinen gewohnheiten, sitze ich heute auch entgegen der fahrtrichtung, weshalb ich den gesamten wagen im blick, statt wie üblich im rücken habe.
zum ersten mal fällt mir ausserdem auch dieses schild auf:
„bitte nicht auf den boden spucken!“, und ich schlucke die sandige pappe in meinem mund folgsam, aber etwas widerwillig runter. it scratches in the neck.
with a ring is the tram slowly rattling in motion, recalled it at this moment above all one of those little shops Mom and Pop, in which children in rooms, and where the hans his little brother will not pay 1:50 sugar for, but Instead, he smash your face skin and the sugar directly to the source, that is collected from mama.
as having more of it anyway and on top of all, free, and so both make their first experience with capitalism 1.0.
like the tram ride to win I let my gaze wander to the rear by the car looks, the elegant slalom exception to people with gray faces and dark gray.
ask puzzled I also noted that the rear end of the runway apparently not gestetzt in motion seems to have, so the car longer and longer and is before me an ever-widening corridor army with a growing gray, motionless, at best, slightly to the newspaper opens shape rustling, whose end can be seen and certainly not disappear in the dark.
I get a little to do with the panic, but remain in focus.
is always the case?
or which only gray, when I look?
what took place there so far behind my back from it?
I try to distract me with a glance out the window and suddenly discover in it the reflection of my own face:
gloomy, a little angry, serious, sullen. mouth deeper than stock prices, eye-shadowed and small as the hope of a resurgence of it.
the connection is obvious and shoot me with another flash of current collectors in the head:
to how all these people here be any different than grumpy on it, if I here in the front squat face with someone like after a hearty bite of an unripe lemon ?
directly across from me sits a woman in her late 20, nice face, cute nose, soft lips, dark eyes expressionless.
the reddish hair into a knot behind her head zusammengezwirbelt strict, narrow gray jacket, short black skirt.
me is immediately clear because that action is needed. I smooth the wrinkles on my forehead, raise the eyebrows, smile at her.
no reaction.
yet. she turns away.
not just give up now. she looks her again, I wink at her. smile.
slowly begin to shake her mouth gently with a light blob jump her lips into a smile, her eyes light up, I'll shine on and with a huge fly popping her buttons from the jacket, it is ground, and among them are well-formed , firm breasts in a bright neon pink bra to the fore, jumps up on the tips of each round a cocktail umbrellas.
I'm just blinded briefly covered the remaining passengers nun wie dominosteine, reissen sich in bester laune die kleider vom leib, fallen in greller unterwäsche übereinander her und gerade wie die dame auf mich draufspringt, sehe ich rasend schnell das ende des trams von hinten nahen. gnadenlos frisst es all die grauen figuren, die von dem genauso plötzlichen, wie unerklärlichen stimmungswandel unbeeindruckt blieben und kaum hat der wagen wieder seinen normlänge erreicht, bleibt das tram auch schon stehen.
die dame fällt von meinem schoss und zerbricht dabei eines ihrer schirmchen.
ich stehe auf, ziehe kurz den hut und steige aus, meine haltestelle.
draussen knöpfe ich mir die hose zu, richte mein hemd und ohne genau zu wissen, was denn nun eigentlich gerade passiert sei, but I'm pretty sure myself just as a savior of the people in the morning and therefore everyday heroes to have made the tram deserves for those.
to brag I look after the disappearing carriages, in which it off immediately after I started to rain now, and go whistling on my way into the rising sun.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Watch Southpark Online Fast Streaming
best thanks for
... that you have organized the reading very well and pulled confidently
... that you have accompanied me to and through munich
... that you have provided great visuals
... that you are familiar with I have read
... that you have provided me with drinks
... that you shot photos
... That you are entering paid applauded, cheered, geseuzft, criticized, a little drunk and you've fallen for me
... that you said it would please you
... that you all next time is back on the mat 
... that you have organized the reading very well and pulled confidently
... that you have accompanied me to and through munich
... that you have provided great visuals
... that you are familiar with I have read
... that you have provided me with drinks
... that you shot photos
... That you are entering paid applauded, cheered, geseuzft, criticized, a little drunk and you've fallen for me
... that you said it would please you
... that you all next time is back on the mat
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