26.5.2009 von admin.

I ask myself, if I should shut this blog down. The curious reader can find a lot from me in here. Too much I would be happy to give to an evil person.

Hello.

I am happy you came here tonight or today. If I would speak to you in German I would use a capital letter for the “you”. But in the english language, which I for now will write in lower letters, the only personal pronoun written with capitalized first letter is the “I”. The very me.

If i go on writing myself small and writing You big. Do you like it? Do You feel my desire to honor You? Or is it just fake? Is the english language not pronouncing selfishness and disrespect for other people? Do You know about small things being really big?

I know. I know a lot. I know, that i can do a lot with letters, words, You listening to me, right here and now. If You had been a curious reader of my blog You could know what i could do. I could get you brain-fucked.

So lets speak about sexuality. About open vaginas. Or anything else if You like. It is not about me disrespecting You. It is just to entertain You. To give You a comfortable spirit. You as You think You know who You are and i do not.

How high is the probability that I know You better than You know Yourself? How high is that probability of intelligence being so unequally distributed among men? And women?

Do You read here to understand better about culture? Do You carefully listen to what i say? Are You happy for every new entry? Have You read every article, stored them in the fear they might ever get lost to You? How is that?

You found a very wonderful place. In My garden. I have flowers nobody else can grow in his. Or hers. I have baloons, which fly a mile high. I have today seen a squared block of carbohydrates, which was a T-Shirt. And which was heavy as it saves so much space in transportation.

It is only the truth, which is the most beautiful flower. The possibility to see the reality. The possibility to feel a way. Out of the dark into the light?

How much light can You bear? Have You ever thought of feelings being too positive for You? Do You not feel Your most extraordinary feelings as You are afraid of them? Are You afraid of what?

I am afraid. I am very much afraid. I am afraid as that filming guy in Amercan Beauty, who just cannot take the play of the wind and the bag, them two, giving him the feeling not to be alone in this world of darkness. Giving him the feeling that every thing is ok.

Everything is just fine. If You read down till here, You might actually listen to me. And as You do so, You are now still a human being. You might be strange. You are strange in many ways. You People. But as You listen there will be a gate open and a way will be seen. And that way will fill up with so much light You will hardly be able to bear it. So i tell You to get up and practise. Look in the light. Do not get blind. But get hard. Wake up. With every cell of Your life. If You want to walk a way tomorrow You have to go on the road today.

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26.5.2009 von admin.

There is a voice calling up on you.

Es gibt eine Stimme, die Euch etwas vorwirft.

It objects.

Es ist Mutter.

It’s ma.

She wispers.

Sie flüstert, dass es ihr weh tut.

So, then it is her fault, if she says so silently.

Ich habe nichts gehört.

Only if the voice is strong and brutal, we might listen.

Wir hören nicht mehr, wie wir nicht mehr sehen, wie wir nicht mehr riechen.

Why not? Do I ask.

Why do we not listen to the silent voice? Can we not understand? Is there nothing she tells us?

Ich erzähle Euch kräftige Nazischeiße, dass die Natur mit dem männlichen Geschlecht spielt, indem sie das einfache intelligenztragende Chromosom 21X beim Männchen nur einfach vorkommen lässt. Die ungesicherte Intelligenz, die sich die Natur hier teuer erkauft. Oder glaubt Ihr, dass die Männer wie unter einer Gaussglocke dumm aus der Wäsche schauen?

She speaks about probability. The probability that she will die.

Und wenn Leute wie Rambo Filme machen, wo Menschen nicht mehr getötet werden, sondern nur noch zerspritzen. Ich frage Euch: Passt das dazu, dass der Papst beschuldigt wird, in Israel nicht von einem Morden, sondern von einem Töten gesprochen zu haben. Wo seht Ihr da die Verbindung?

Ich bin die Mutter Natur. I am mother nature.

I gave birth to you all. Why can my kids not stand up to look up on me.

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