ne Menge. ich glaube, das dauert noch, bis ich endlich raus aus der Schule bin und selber entscheiden kann was ich aus meinem Leben mache und wer ich sein will und wohin ich gehe.
ich hab ne erdkunde arbeit verkackt, die ganz letzte Staffel "Daria" angeguckt und angefangen ein neues Lied zu schreiben. oh und ich hab spagetthi gegessen. joa.
hardcore! Leute die Zeit für frühstück haben kommen mir immer so ordentlich und vernünftig vor. ich drück 9 mal auf schlummern, wasch mir die haare, zieh mich an und geh los.
(anyway you want it A Spider! Its mother had warned it! That was the use of a web... It was the making of the most cruel beast and enemy to the fly and created to trick and trap those naive and uncautious enough not to to see the silken strings shine in the sun.And now it was too late for the fly...
...,unable to move it could only feel the sun's warmth leave when the crawling creature's body cast a cold shadow over the fly. Its eyes twitched as the fly tried to catch a glimpse at said creature and when the monster, yes, the fly could feel it was of evil, walked around it, the fly remembered...
You see where this is going?Cool.Because I don't. ...What was the use of a web Its mother had told the fly long ago... But it was so hard to remember. Then, suddenly, the strings began to move. Something crawled over the web, but the fly could not see who had joined it, for it was still trapped, ...
...sticky silk.Silk.The fly had only heard its mother mention that word once, but somehow it knew that this had to be silk.Silk...There was more to that word, more than just the shiny.Sticky,beautiful strings.It was part of something,its mother had taught the fly.A web The strings created a web ...
No, let me tell my story.I only get 300 letters evry time, okay?..., it soon found itself trapped in shiny, white strings. These strings, of exceptional beauty, shining in the sunlight, were quite unfamiliar to the fly and it had not been able to lay eyes on them until it had been caught in their...
Once upon a time, there was an idiot who forgot to tick the anon box and now has to tell a story to her best friend. So here we go again... Once upon a time, there was a little fly. It was so naive and innocent for it had not yet learned the dangers of this cruel world. Being as naive as it was, ...
is it right or is it wrong... diese Frage belastet mich seit jahren, warum muss alles spezifisch sein, geregelt, in Ordnung? warum wird das Chaos mit allen Mitteln verhindert, ich will regeln, die die Regeln zertümmern, nur um dann auch die letzten regeln zu verbrennen, ich will frei sein, von mir