Ich versuche freundlich und nett zu sein, auch wenn ich immer nur Lügen muss.
Immer nur Lügen.
Wie schön war das früher, als das Konstrukt noch aus Zufälligkeiten bestand. Einfach und easily used, ohne groß rechnen zu müssen mit der einen großen Lüge - ob wohl alles zusammen passt?
Keine Verstrickungen. Keine ins Nichts führenden Abzweige, der "Gateway of Last Resort", klein und überschaubar, properly set!
How comes that I nowadays more often find myself listening to someone whilst thinking about something completely different, paying no attention to him/her because I from the very first words know IT, have thaught about IT, don´t care about IT?
Yes a big question mark to this!
Montag, 22. August 2005
Das Universum und der ganze Mist!
Ihr redet darüber, als wäre es gar nicht da.
Weil ihr es nicht verstanden habt.
Es nicht aus euch heraus erlebt habt.
Nur aus anderem Wissen übernommen und zusammen gestückelt.
Aber selbst die Sterne gefühlt habt ihr noch nicht!
Freitag, 12. August 2005
The Great Plague
A virus has moved into the neighbourhoood. Getarnt als glorreiche Erneuerung kam er schleichend näher, fast unbemerkt von allen die er umgab, derer er sich bemächtigte.
Involuntarily they fell in love with him, like you fall in love with the stranger.
Ein französischer Charmeur, der noch Träume hat und Abenteuer verspricht, die er nicht halten kann. Denn auch er kennt sie nicht und weiß nicht, worauf er sich einlässt.
Die schrecklichsten Dinge wurden mit den besten Absichten erdacht - immer auf eine bessere Zukunft gerichtet.
Look up. Right above your screen, there might be a picture of someone you once loved. Reality begins when you decide to turn it off.
I want to be a visitor of all those people who are desperately seeking.
Busy representing themselves, they forget to visit and how beautiful it was when they once met a stranger and it seemed to them like as if for a heartbeat the turbulent hurry watched them!
Involuntarily they fell in love with him, like you fall in love with the stranger.
Ein französischer Charmeur, der noch Träume hat und Abenteuer verspricht, die er nicht halten kann. Denn auch er kennt sie nicht und weiß nicht, worauf er sich einlässt.
Die schrecklichsten Dinge wurden mit den besten Absichten erdacht - immer auf eine bessere Zukunft gerichtet.
Look up. Right above your screen, there might be a picture of someone you once loved. Reality begins when you decide to turn it off.
I want to be a visitor of all those people who are desperately seeking.
Busy representing themselves, they forget to visit and how beautiful it was when they once met a stranger and it seemed to them like as if for a heartbeat the turbulent hurry watched them!
Sonntag, 7. August 2005
harry up
My ex girlfriend told me that the 6th edition of harry potter was issued a few weeks ago.
Like a lot of other maniacs she has been awaiting this event with great excitement. When finally the day came, through a strange incident it was also the day on which she was to meet her newest date in a coffee-bar. As could be easily expected he wasn´t a fan like she was and had capitulated after page four three seven in volume 1 when he found out that more or less the answer of all questions was more easily found while hitchhiking through the galaxy rather than playing silly games on broomsticks and performing all this hokuspokuscrap.
What i write is pointless at all. I am well aware of this. I can´t present you a stirring happy end or a fatal denouement for I´m not hollywood and far away from trying to be.
As in every day life it just happened, went on normally, and disappeared after a short while.
No results at all. Nonetheless reality!
He didn´t went to the toilet to check his new "Nokia 239483TL S1" to get some impressive details to decorate himself with out of the internet.
He wasn´t the hero of the day, overwhelming her with his solid based knowledge about internal harry potter relationships.
He just sat and listened and tried to keep up a normal conversation as he was used to when he was young.
But again as it appeared to him a problem of great impact in these days blocked the way between their data flows. A big wall was immediately placed amidst the impressive scenery that represented two entirely autonomous systems - completely functional though antagonistic.
But for all that, watching these bubbles from a distance, one could notice the shared desire to tear down their masks which made them glow in the evening, giving place for hopes of an inevitably upcoming world of harmony.
Oh how heartbreaking pink is this!
Like a lot of other maniacs she has been awaiting this event with great excitement. When finally the day came, through a strange incident it was also the day on which she was to meet her newest date in a coffee-bar. As could be easily expected he wasn´t a fan like she was and had capitulated after page four three seven in volume 1 when he found out that more or less the answer of all questions was more easily found while hitchhiking through the galaxy rather than playing silly games on broomsticks and performing all this hokuspokuscrap.
What i write is pointless at all. I am well aware of this. I can´t present you a stirring happy end or a fatal denouement for I´m not hollywood and far away from trying to be.
As in every day life it just happened, went on normally, and disappeared after a short while.
No results at all. Nonetheless reality!
He didn´t went to the toilet to check his new "Nokia 239483TL S1" to get some impressive details to decorate himself with out of the internet.
He wasn´t the hero of the day, overwhelming her with his solid based knowledge about internal harry potter relationships.
He just sat and listened and tried to keep up a normal conversation as he was used to when he was young.
But again as it appeared to him a problem of great impact in these days blocked the way between their data flows. A big wall was immediately placed amidst the impressive scenery that represented two entirely autonomous systems - completely functional though antagonistic.
But for all that, watching these bubbles from a distance, one could notice the shared desire to tear down their masks which made them glow in the evening, giving place for hopes of an inevitably upcoming world of harmony.
Oh how heartbreaking pink is this!
Samstag, 6. August 2005
What shall I do today!
Who do you adress with that question.
Are you adressed?
Is there anything like a free will to do today what you would really like?
Assuming all the necessary things are done - you have eaten as much as you can, you are not thirsty, have been to the toilet, you´re not freezing your ass off so there´s no need for chopping some trees down... so to describe it as easily as possible: no hunting for the boys and no collecting for the girls: No duties at all!
Considering this I quickly find myself at the point where the only thing actually of any sense to do would be the conservation of the human species and even this can be done within minutes. What next?
Know what I mean ?
Are you adressed?
Is there anything like a free will to do today what you would really like?
Assuming all the necessary things are done - you have eaten as much as you can, you are not thirsty, have been to the toilet, you´re not freezing your ass off so there´s no need for chopping some trees down... so to describe it as easily as possible: no hunting for the boys and no collecting for the girls: No duties at all!
Considering this I quickly find myself at the point where the only thing actually of any sense to do would be the conservation of the human species and even this can be done within minutes. What next?
Onload yourself with imaginative needs and interests to fill the next few hours, the next few days and even the upcoming rest from this point onwards to prevent boredom and realisation of senselessness which has been brought to you by the main concepts of welfare states, initially meant for your own benefit but in this state hijacking even the slightest excitement and uncertainty and therewith the joy of challenges and there solution giving you this wonderful feeling when you then close your eyes again after a day at the boundaries, far away from what you are used to and what you are told to do by someone else than your own desire.
Know what I mean ?
Trendfarbe Orange
Ich habe mich verloren
Ich muss mich wiederfinden
Aber ich weiß nicht wo
Ich hab es vergessen
Die ersten 18 Minuten meines Lebens
keinerlei Erinnerung mehr
Manche können es mir erzählen,
die dabei waren
Aber ich war doch auch dabei
Irgendwo ist´s vergraben.
Der Sumpf läuft über - zum Feind dem Vergessen
Nur ich hab es erlebt, so wie es war.
Niemand sonst kennt die Empfindungen,
wie es war, bevor ich das erste Mal die Augen aufschlug.
Ich denke mal schwarz und leer
Grün gab es noch nicht!
Und die Trendfarbe Orange musste erst durch andere dazu werden.
Vielleicht mochte ich blau,
einfach so,
doch ich habs vergessen.
Verloren auf einem Weg, der nur die eine Richtung kennt:
Vorwärts stolpern
immer vorwärts.
Vorbei an ziehenden statischen Säulen,
die zu tragen ich alle fähig nicht bin,
denn wie könnte ich sonst weiterrennen
blind irgendwohin
wo das Licht ausgeht
und ein neues erscheint
grell aufblitzt aus ewiger Nacht und neue Farben versprüht.
Was ist Ballast anderes als Mitbringsel aus der Vergangenheit,
die niemand sonst versteht ausser mir, und den sogar ich vergesse,
verliere mit einem guten Gefühl der Befreiung
und in Erwartung von mehr.
Ich muss mich wiederfinden
Aber ich weiß nicht wo
Ich hab es vergessen
Die ersten 18 Minuten meines Lebens
keinerlei Erinnerung mehr
Manche können es mir erzählen,
die dabei waren
Aber ich war doch auch dabei
Irgendwo ist´s vergraben.
Der Sumpf läuft über - zum Feind dem Vergessen
Nur ich hab es erlebt, so wie es war.
Niemand sonst kennt die Empfindungen,
wie es war, bevor ich das erste Mal die Augen aufschlug.
Ich denke mal schwarz und leer
Grün gab es noch nicht!
Und die Trendfarbe Orange musste erst durch andere dazu werden.
Vielleicht mochte ich blau,
einfach so,
doch ich habs vergessen.
Verloren auf einem Weg, der nur die eine Richtung kennt:
Vorwärts stolpern
immer vorwärts.
Vorbei an ziehenden statischen Säulen,
die zu tragen ich alle fähig nicht bin,
denn wie könnte ich sonst weiterrennen
blind irgendwohin
wo das Licht ausgeht
und ein neues erscheint
grell aufblitzt aus ewiger Nacht und neue Farben versprüht.
Was ist Ballast anderes als Mitbringsel aus der Vergangenheit,
die niemand sonst versteht ausser mir, und den sogar ich vergesse,
verliere mit einem guten Gefühl der Befreiung
und in Erwartung von mehr.
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