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geschrieben am: 23.09.2002 um 20:52 Uhr
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magere kost.
ich lege mich hin,
ich esse nicht und ich schlafe nicht,
ich gebe meinen blumen
kein wasser.
es lohnt nicht den finger zu heben.
ich erwarte nichts.
deine stimme, die mich umarmt hat,
es ist viele tage her,
ich habe jeden tag
ein kleines stueck von ihr gegessen,
ich habe viele tage
von ihr gelebt.
bescheiden wie die tiere der armen
die am wegrand
die schuetteren halme zupfen
und denen nichts gestreut wird.
so wenig, so viel
wie die stimme,
die mich in den arm nimmt,
musst du mir lassen.
ich atme nicht
ohne die stimme.
© hilde domin.
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geschrieben am: 24.09.2002 um 10:21 Uhr
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ich kraechze rote bilder
und huste grauen staub
mein leben haengt in fetzen
die haende sind mir taub.
den kopf ganz nah am boden
kriecht eis in mich hinein
ein jeder laut verstummt nun
und schwarz bricht nacht herein.
verstummte auch die kaelte!
die traenen sind aus glas
so wertlos, wie schier alles
was ich jemals besass.
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geschrieben am: 24.09.2002 um 17:01 Uhr
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(zitat)take hold of my hand
when the sky is falling.(/zitat)
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geschrieben am: 24.09.2002 um 18:06 Uhr
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(zitat)sometimes someone says something really small, and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart.
» mscl(/zitat)
[pleAse be phiLosophi(aL .]
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geschrieben am: 24.09.2002 um 18:18 Uhr
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the most important things
are the hardest things to say,
princess familiar ;-)...
[nevertheless i do so -
soMetiMes.]
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geschrieben am: 03.10.2002 um 22:26 Uhr
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geschrieben am: 10.10.2002 um 21:39 Uhr
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Ana's Song (Open Fire)
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Imagine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears
Corrode the film
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
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geschrieben am: 10.10.2002 um 22:14 Uhr
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Anorexia nervosa. Ich habe mehrere Menschen daran sterben sehen.
Linné |
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geschrieben am: 10.10.2002 um 22:22 Uhr
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das glaube ich dir gern' :-(.
ich selbst habe einigen dabei zugesehen,
wie sie »gesund« wurden.
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geschrieben am: 11.10.2002 um 20:31 Uhr
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anorexic beauty
sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, / your cold, hard eyes make me / feel a fool. / pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / the girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / the girl / of my / nightmares. / brittle fingers, / and thin cigarettes, / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / you put your hand on mine, / death white on brown, / those whirlpool eyes; / well, i begin to drown. / the girl of my nightmares, / erotic and skull-faced. / the girl / of my / nightmares. / anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess. / sitting alone on / a cold bar stool, your / so hard to tell apart, / (she hasn't spoken yet.) / pastel-white features, / high cheek-bones, / scarlet-blooded lips and deathly tones. / the girl of my nightmares, / sultry and corpse-like. / the girl / of my / nightmares. / anorexic beauty, / feather-weight perfection, / anorexic beauty, / underweight / goddess.
» pulp[freaks]
slim cigarettes&a colourful neckerchief :-))
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geschrieben am: 07.09.2003 um 12:42 Uhr
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a Bouvier till her wedding day
shots rang out, the police came
mama layed me on the front lawn
and prayed for Jackie's strength
feeling old by 21
never thought my day would come
my bridesmaids getting laid
I pray for Jackie's strength
make me laugh
say you know what you want
you said we were the real thing
so I show you some more and I learn
what black magic can do
make me laugh
say you know you can turn
me into the real thing
so I show you some more
and I learn
stickers licked on lunch boxes
worshipping David Cassidy
yeah I mooned him once on Donna's box
she's still in recovery
sleep-overs Beene's got some pot
you're only popular with anorexia
so I turn myself inside out
in hope someone will see
make me laugh
say you know what you want
you said we were the real thing
so I show you some more and I learn
what black magic can do
make me laugh
say you know you can turn
me into the real thing
so I show you some more
and I learn
I got lost on my wedding day
typical the police came
but virgins always get backstage
no matter what they've got to say
if you love enough you'll lie a lot
guess they did in camelot
mama's waiting on my front lawn
I pray I pray I said I pray
for Jackie's strength
(tori amos)
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