agitation, thirst, letters-what? No more room. Incoherent to say, the incoherent? I fetch water. Chair, turn upright body start can not can not, it's nothing, it is a mock everything, I will puke them, the shit graduation work, which is just shit, because I must. I have to hate. No, not everything. I must smoke. Did it have never, ever, but now I even want to do. By the way, I developed a wonderful cigarettes tactics!
I can throughout the day on the Happy night.
Because then it is dark. Because then VaterMutterSchwestervielleichtsogarBruder sleep because he is now back, because he has managed to get out from the Militärkackgefängnis. I'm tired, can share the breath of the pending obligations agreed with me. ipod in your ears and loudly ... I need to hear more reggae, I thought last night. But well, Tom Waits, Norah Jones, Sophie Hunger, Anna Aaron are Pohlmann, Eddie Vedder, Kutti MC, Kasabian, The White Lies, Arctic Monkeys Janis Joplin, the ÄrztePatentOchsnerherbiehancockbeirutSoKothebeatles. Sweater coat out and a cigarette burn on the top floor sitting, watching the sky. Sometimes anthrazytfarbene clouds Only yesterday the stars. Inhalation of warm wild scent exhale, the white clouds. Specimen sensor. Laugh. Mouth open wide. Lung space joy. And if I were, I might even smoke a second, but I want to do it at all. Well, right?
And now I sit back in front of the PC. And they do sometimes fast, my work. Today does not do my trick nothing. Today, coffee, chocolate, and probably heavy eyelids and cold feet.
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