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Miscellaneous

In brief:
- Dell XPS notebooks (and similar) it will in the foreseeable future with matte screen pass :-(
- Da Die Toten Hosen have offered some time ago, the single "current" free for download I've bought the album (not drawn) * ; the confidence to finally be rewarded

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* reminds me of "stirred not shaken ;-)

Dub City Midnight Club 3

Pedestrian thoughts

moving into a new home

"If that's really what you want, then I go."

"Then just start to move your feet."

I stare at him.

He stares back.

are my steps towards the door constantly, one-sided and full of grief.

I make the door quiet, I am not one for these dramatic Hollywood films popping in which the women weeping run out of the apartment, the door behind him and sees the image of the actor, as he puts his mind to make money.

Too much drama, too much show, too much numbness of feelings.

None of this is real, where is the reality.

hidden behind beschichtetet lenses. Stories that we see later.

"If A place in the middle or in the front row? "

" In the middle, I think because this is my life what they have filmed. "

" Oh? They just say `?

"Yes, that's why prefer the space in the middle, I was too often in the front row."

"I would also recommend , popcorn and a drink ...? "

I take the elevator, go to the lowest floor.

I hear, as Mr X or Y was his name, after her screams. damn shit shit.

His steps are echoed in the large staircase.

open the sliding doors of the hall and I breathe the fresh air of reality.

"Mara wait ..." I can not

wait, I've waited too long.

waiting for change.

waiting for affection.

waiting for unconditional love.

The waiting period has expired. For Mr. XY and me.

should I throw away the sheet of paper.

impropriety, described and with far too much smeared spots, it is shameless of me.

I have to get back a blank sheet.

I hear as Mr. XY running after me.

I run as normal, and yet I'm faster than him. As he runs in slow motion behind me.

"Mara wait."

His arm is on my injured shoulder.

His Charma falling on my body hurt.

His haunting voice falls on my broken heart.

"Please come back to clean."

"I will take off."

He stares at me in horror.

I stare back. He must

Ingestion.

I must vomit.

A breeze touches my face and the water which has accumulated in my eyes, can now walk the pain in my red cheeks down.

"But why?"

"Because my mother has always said that my furniture will not fit when you clean."

& bdquo ; But you to me "

" No, I have adapted myself to you.. Like my white Couch to your white carpet. "

He continued staring.

I kept crying. Turn around and leave.

Sir XY was my new apartment.

He was my "Sweet Home \u0026lt;

I did not care whether our furniture fit together or not.

Whether we had the same interests.

I did not care whether he was a well-paid punter, and he offered me a bed in a two room apartment.

I was simply away no matter what it was when I in him alone was.

was in him, in his apartment near him.

He was everything.

And now, I have to move.

moving, back in my own self.

Again, those who I was.

Too many changes have taken place.

Too many victims were taken.

And Mr. XY has only benefited.

I turn around and see if my XY fights for me.

But there will be no fight.

No desperate cries for me.

No, 'I do not come up with no clear'

No:

Ic 'I love you' h just hope that my love can go along. Otherwise, it keeps forever the key.

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