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geschrieben am: 29.05.2002 um 22:55 Uhr
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Wolfsheim ~For you I'm bleeding~
Here I am
Darkest night
Is masking the cold
That embraces me
Can't you see
Truth means fear
Your lying breath
Never will resist
Alone I sit here waiting
Watching the world
In it's agony
Because I have seen
My future
My crying face
No cure I'm longing for
And no healer
Heals the evil
I sought truth for you
Condemned to fail
For you, for you
I'm bleeding
And everey new dawn
Ends in bitterness
Blechmänner und unzureichende Konsequenz :-(
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geschrieben am: 29.05.2002 um 23:02 Uhr
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paranoid, dazed and confuzed
[dazedvon wegen die klitzekleinen Betäubungsmittelchen ;-)]
Blutet der Blechmann auch?
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geschrieben am: 29.05.2002 um 23:11 Uhr
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"denk an den mann aus blech, der hatte, was er nicht zu haben glaubte"
lässt doch einige interpretationen bezüglich des vorhandenseins von diversen körperflüssigkeiten offen
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geschrieben am: 30.05.2002 um 02:51 Uhr
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(zitat)Death of cinderella
I'm wise and ambitious,
And angry and free,
And smart and available,
And sexy...
I'm soft and appealing,
And wearing pajamas,
And twisted and willing,
And crazy...
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor.
And thought-provoking,
And opinionated
Cultured and funny,
And experienced...
Fearless and tender,
And sweetly innocent,
Uninhibited,
Likes a good debate.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed.
I could fall in love a million times before I die,
You could draw me a bubble bath,
We could walk into the sunset.
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella
Who can use her
And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor
And this is the story of the death of Cinderella
I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella
Who can use me
And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass.
-Alanis Morissette-(/zitat)
was der Eine zuviel hat, hat der Andere zuwenig, an Flüssigkeiten im Allgemeinen und Speziellem.
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geschrieben am: 16.06.2002 um 23:23 Uhr
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Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Puts me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus...
Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith
DeMO
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