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A hazel wind is dreading past this bleak landscape Whisperings are streaming through the air          If only I could follow your lost track          Now that I understand A wailing purple is superimposing itself on all colours Thoughts are heterodyned by lamentations of a dead          You who decided to have her soul take          Its lonely, ultimate

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perishable eons wreaking havoc and heaping scorn on the world pour ethanol down our throats taking a shine to this pain of these floundering souls a devilsend wresting rifts larger now, heretofore and henceforth in the timelessness of death throes exhausted tears thwarting crying festers bleeding the body dry unshod wenches streetwalking over shards reflecting

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I’M STILL QUIVERING WITH EMOTIONS. NOW I’VE TOTALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP. AND IT PROBABLY WAS MY LAST CHANCE. VERY, VERY LAST CHANCE. LIKE IN “ULTIMATE”. DAMN I HATE MYSELF. REALLY, REALLY HATE MYSELF. LIKE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AND WANTING TO VOMIT. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO LOOK INTO THE MIRROR. I FEEL SICK ONLY

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– Hey Digger, nimm deine Kommunikationskeule und sag’n paar Checkerbräuten sie sollen sich auf ihre Studentengurke schmeissen und zum Schnellfinktreff stratzen. Ich besorg noch schnell’n paar Rammelbeutel. Aber schlepp keine mit’nem Clearasil Testgelände an! – Was sagt’n dein Entsafter dazu? – Die Rotzschleuder soll nicht dissen! – Hau rein! Alles verstaanen? Wars de och scho

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Last week I wrote that, in the course Practical Approaches to Poetry, Kirstine had presented a poem dedicated to three friends of hers who were raped. I just noticed she put it online a few days ago, you can now read it here (at the very bottom of the page). Worth checking out! :)

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What a prodigious emotion: it wholly completes you without seizing a misleading pretext and gives you the strength to leave behind the people who unsparingly force a life you reject with heart and soul upon you. Or, as Kerry King put it: “Hate heals, you should try it sometime.”

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… she wore a black halterneck net top over a white shirt.

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to uncle Siggi, because Elias understood that “all the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams” I was about to leave that shopping mile where I had already been so many times before and which always looked the same boring way. It seemed oddly different today, though I couldn’t tell what unavowedly gave

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A couple of months ago I wrote a post which basically was only a quote by Sir Peter Ustinov, saying that now are the good old times that we will wish back in ten years. I hadn’t realized the enormous truth of that statement at the time though. Since September my greatest wish has been

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I’m not alone.

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Is anybody else out there?

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Sometimes life is just weird. Fortuity often toe-dances so gently you hardly notice anything, but every now and then it seems to take all loose ends – most of which you never even noticed – and fastens them with knots, a lot of times without anybody being able to tell how fast. This Friday was

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The room slowly but surely plunged into a weird atmosphere. We were all so happy about finally being reunited again, but at the same time sadness occupied the Stage. We weren’t really all back together, there was someone missing, perhaps the most important one – and there was not even a remote possibility that we

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Anyone ever wondered how different three poems with the same motif can be? Well, here are three poems, all talking about the same, yet on the surface about something completely different. :) scallywag hand around your neck wreck it all colour it black lilac and then crack up slash your skin here’s a tack hang

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Sleepless again, so this time I did something more or less productive: I reworked my late-night playlist. Got songs for over three hours now, which should be enough. :) Anyone wanting to know what I’m now listening to early in the morning / late in the night (depends on your point of view ;)), or

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Fir ewech, heimat well ech mech net opreegen, ech well meng Lieser just e bessen ameséiren: Zwou kleng Anekdoten fir déi Leit, déi sech froen wéi bürokratesch eng Uni eigentlech kann sin. :) Fänken mer un mat der Umeldung fir d’zweet Semester op der Uni Lëtzebuerg. 1. Schrett: Et muss een sech op der Uni

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A lake. It could have been any, but all you longed for was a lake. Perhaps because lakes have always been shining with tranquility, perhaps because as a child you passed so many holidays at lakes, perhaps because any other place you could think of didn’t give you a feeling of comfort. You had enough

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Ah déi genial Freidesnometteger am Art Scène! Wat si mir do op Blödsinnegkeeten komm… :D (8.2.2005)

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Amoris vulnus idem sanat, qui facit. (= The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them). Sirus Publilius And think not, you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Khalil Gibran

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Programming languages. English as a world language. Situation of Welsh, Maori and other small linguistic communities. Consequences for English native speakers. Has to be finished by Monday. I’ve written nine pages so far, still four to go. But first, I need a coffee. Or two. Well, make it three. :) It’s an interesting subject though.

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So yes, I followed Gilles’ advice and went out to town yesterday evening. First stop: Lester’s. Not really my usual pub, but as the friend with whom I went out absolutely wanted to go there, we made a stopover. There wasn’t anyone noticeable. So we just drank a beer and went on. Never mix alcohol

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my love has always been right just wrote some prose full stop it’s finished now the title was almost the same the inspiration probably too i guess it was you this memory of you looking into my eyes question marks your hazel eyes with a shining black dot in each one of them nature had

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it’s not easy to fall out of love with you when you just keep on being so perfect. it’s not easy to be concentrated when you keep on being so desirable. it’s not easy to forget your face when it just doesn’t get less pretty. it’s not easy to forget your eyes when suns are

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There is no rain running down my window. It would have been such a great cliché to start my text with. There is no depressing music playing in the background. Yet another chance for a stereotypical beginning vanishes with that sentence. It’s been no long day, it has actually been quite short. The next days

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There are diseases I would never have imagined could exist… Persistent sexual arousal syndrome results in a spontaneous and persistent genital arousal, with or without orgasm or genital engorgement, unrelated to any feelings of sexual desire. In particular, it is not related to hypersexuality, sometimes known as nymphomania or satyriasis. In addition to being very

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Wat et net alles an der lëtzebuergescher Blogosphär ze fannen gett: Link. Nee, ech hun net no sou eppes gesicht, et gouf an engem däitschen Podcast iwwert déi Säit bericht.

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So this was it. Together with my brother, I went to see the Michael Bublé concert at the Rockhal yesterday evening, which was at the same time the European tour kick-off. The opening act was the ingenious and very funny Canadian singer Jann Arden, whom I had never heard of before, but of whom I

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Alan Cumming is such an incredible actor. :) “Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our first bisexual speed dating!” As a punk: And while seducing a transsexual girl: Oh, not to forget: you get to see Lauren Lee Smith (Mutant X) with blond hair (and even naked, but this

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The trailer for World Trade Center is out.

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