i have no words left to describe what is happening to me: (1) i feel hot from seeing God recently, (2) meeting imaginary friends and (3) parting with a person unknown to me.
the only wish for my father is to go along the Stuttgart - Frankfurt am Main highway and sort out the pieces.
sometimes you should obey your own mother in order to know your enemy in the future.
i am a professional incompetence, out of control of my own parents...
we came from a place where no one went out into a favorable psychological environment.
wake up and die from a prolonged lack of oxygen in your own forehead skin.
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what will become of us after a certain unit of time, if we are already emptying ourselves under ourselves?
when will the end come for the postman who forgets to visit the guests twice?
do you really feel no pain? even if a west-east train gets on the tracks on your back?
swallow the water of your sorrow if you don't feel the dry earth under your tongue.
another obituary of another neighbor another neighbor another friend
i am a sexually preoccupied foul-mouthed, sophisticated in the use of defeats in the human race.