Thursday, January 27, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Plasma In The Losangeles Count
sound
The tone of life is polyphonic,
is presented in stereo,
diversity infinite, eternal
diversity.
The music is a polarizing medium
can take what ever.
Without this man is a wreck of his doubts, because he never
could just be expressing his feelings just a melody,
the complex simplicity of a pure being.
A single tone can change the emotion of a being who is
that's what music has always enchanted me has.
A single line can thus be expressed much like a man alone could never say, give hope and strength to give.
The joy of living in despair and feeling of music in addition to, interfering in line of the notes.
PZ'11 
The tone of life is polyphonic,
is presented in stereo,
diversity infinite, eternal
diversity.
The music is a polarizing medium
can take what ever.
Without this man is a wreck of his doubts, because he never
could just be expressing his feelings just a melody,
the complex simplicity of a pure being.
A single tone can change the emotion of a being who is
that's what music has always enchanted me has.
A single line can thus be expressed much like a man alone could never say, give hope and strength to give.
The joy of living in despair and feeling of music in addition to, interfering in line of the notes.
PZ'11
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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life of the "seduction"
have the honor in a newly released tomorrow and to publish two issues of young Internet magazine called Fresh viewer an article. Simply place a look see if I liked you, then you do not designate another interesting, linguistically sophisticated article.
PZ'11
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Should Wax Before After Shower
A few verses that sprang my head
Love is a notorious liar, but an excellent businessman.
reality is the excuse not happy.
When belching each door is a piece of fate behind them crushed to death.
A lie is only wrong if they believe somebody.
I will have to be.
fail fail life is to revise revise is to improve living is improving ...
I will walk on the pulse of failing life, not the fading heartbeat of the idyll.
PZ'11 
Love is a notorious liar, but an excellent businessman.
reality is the excuse not happy.
When belching each door is a piece of fate behind them crushed to death.
A lie is only wrong if they believe somebody.
I will have to be.
fail fail life is to revise revise is to improve living is improving ...
I will walk on the pulse of failing life, not the fading heartbeat of the idyll.
PZ'11
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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The Pale Blue Door
Yesterday on ARTE in "Tracks" view. The idea is to create a restaurant in a dream world. Tony Hornecker, the inventor, is striving to be as unconventional as possible in every respect, whether interior or operation show that from stop to stop completely changed and there will be more than 10 days. A brilliant concept in my opinion. He travels around the world and delighted people with an unforgettable evening. Next stop South America, as "Restorante Vagabundo" is. When it comes back in a new way to Germany is not known to anyone who is willing to pay for a high-quality artistic feast something that should definitely keep an eye on that. Definitely my favorite idea for a long time!
site with pictures and information
PZ'11 
Yesterday on ARTE in "Tracks" view. The idea is to create a restaurant in a dream world. Tony Hornecker, the inventor, is striving to be as unconventional as possible in every respect, whether interior or operation show that from stop to stop completely changed and there will be more than 10 days. A brilliant concept in my opinion. He travels around the world and delighted people with an unforgettable evening. Next stop South America, as "Restorante Vagabundo" is. When it comes back in a new way to Germany is not known to anyone who is willing to pay for a high-quality artistic feast something that should definitely keep an eye on that. Definitely my favorite idea for a long time!
site with pictures and information
PZ'11
Belgian Waffles Pancake Mix
metaphor of failure
The soldier stands for days already, surrounded by eager tumult of war on the side of the front.
His hands hold a spear along with shield to take cover before whirring death angels.
His features pinched, nicked his blade, slashing his arms slowly heavy with grim.
His spirit was beginning to tire of onesided to bustle him, but restless Pfilchtbewusst could endure it.
As night was falling from dark star, the battle stopped unexpectedly.
A thunderous din resounded from the woods, which grew indifferent to the right and left of the battle.
delivered right to the wall, decided the soldier, the musty pursue the path, which lost the forest edge durchzüngelte.
low was pulled down in the shade of it, refreshed if the seemingly invincible nature around him.
After some time, it was already the new morning by reddish glow on the horizon indicated
he reached hellig clearing. There
vorfand the soldier, deeply hidden under brown vines, an inscription, written in the runes of his civilization.
There were words, probably carved from eternal years, which he deciphered.
"Lives in productive harmony," was the unnamed author's message, carried to always grayish rock.
enriched by unforgettable knowledge, struck the soldier a way back, found a solution to the senseless war.
be forgotten was fatally run fact, the way with open eyes to blind. Internally
still filled with invigorating bubbling, he sets out on barren aberration.
the road leading out long lost, the soldier is finally, all hopes of letting life go on.
remains is mind knowing and dead shell, while the törricht battle with the nine-day continuous breaks out again.
Beat the path to the answer only if you remember the way back to the question.
PZ'11 
The soldier stands for days already, surrounded by eager tumult of war on the side of the front.
His hands hold a spear along with shield to take cover before whirring death angels.
His features pinched, nicked his blade, slashing his arms slowly heavy with grim.
His spirit was beginning to tire of onesided to bustle him, but restless Pfilchtbewusst could endure it.
As night was falling from dark star, the battle stopped unexpectedly.
A thunderous din resounded from the woods, which grew indifferent to the right and left of the battle.
delivered right to the wall, decided the soldier, the musty pursue the path, which lost the forest edge durchzüngelte.
low was pulled down in the shade of it, refreshed if the seemingly invincible nature around him.
After some time, it was already the new morning by reddish glow on the horizon indicated
he reached hellig clearing. There
vorfand the soldier, deeply hidden under brown vines, an inscription, written in the runes of his civilization.
There were words, probably carved from eternal years, which he deciphered.
"Lives in productive harmony," was the unnamed author's message, carried to always grayish rock.
enriched by unforgettable knowledge, struck the soldier a way back, found a solution to the senseless war.
be forgotten was fatally run fact, the way with open eyes to blind. Internally
still filled with invigorating bubbling, he sets out on barren aberration.
the road leading out long lost, the soldier is finally, all hopes of letting life go on.
remains is mind knowing and dead shell, while the törricht battle with the nine-day continuous breaks out again.
Beat the path to the answer only if you remember the way back to the question.
PZ'11
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
No Additives Cigarettes
Tristess
The boredom takes my soul last Force to liberate themselves
again, proudly standing on the front
the rugged life.
This robs gray on gray light and are void
can breathe I do not even try to steal the last refuge of the sphere
and I'll stay behind alone see the stones of the street,
first slowly, then rapidly disappear in the flow of
Tristess.
PZ'11 
The boredom takes my soul last Force to liberate themselves
again, proudly standing on the front
the rugged life.
This robs gray on gray light and are void
can breathe I do not even try to steal the last refuge of the sphere
and I'll stay behind alone see the stones of the street,
first slowly, then rapidly disappear in the flow of
Tristess.
PZ'11
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