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Peter can not complain at Christmas
and Veronica pulls towards you.
He will present 'Christmas hit is not.
look at a wrestling video.

The Lord God makes himself fine, with plenty of pomade.
Jesus upset his old master.
Buddha secretly wants chocolate. Mohammed
like mulled wine too much.

And me, I felt very strange,
of gingerbread and "Wham!" bonded completely.
you out there all the best!
Merry Christmas! In that ye have survived.

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Imagine, if you were some kind of foreign correspondent. They had the task of regularly about current developments in ... shall we say ... to report Iceland. And then, just nothing happens, absolutely nothing, over weeks and months! Pretty stupid because then you would. Sure, the example is rather caused constructed. After all, everyone knows that in Iceland the quilted bear. Unfortunately, I remembered only a better image to illustrate how it is with me now. There is nothing going on in the State of testicular cancer.

I should now look forward and my blog can be obliterated with pleasure. Unfortunately, it's now not as if I already have everything behind me. I just hang in the air, can not start new and just have to wait until next year then it goes sometimes. The free time over which I had at first so happy, I can enjoy not because I basically want to but have no free time. I would have fulfilled time, brimming with good, normal things. Now, with this forced Herumgehänge I feel more clear how much it has catapulted me from the world. I stand at the edge, you might say. Or rather, I float in a different universe.

What the reader is would also catapult again from these gloomy thoughts. Finally, it is almost Christmas. This is also the reason why I do not send this entry as usual from the chaos of my home mountain in the world. No, as of today I am with my parents, where even the air is nice, with pleasant scents. The air at home is because rather pretty devastated.

Wüst is my brain these days. Formless and empty, like the world before God populated. Maybe one or the other just think the old gentleman of those days. I will however be packed with all kinds of atheism and be greasy. See you soon!

makes quick, the protagonist from the dust to be ashamed behind the nearest bush for this entry. He thinks for a moment, then he runs back again to the PC and type in: there

PS Tomorrow's a little gift for loyal readers a Christmas poem by me.

And again he makes his escape ...

This coquettish Crawford ...

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idea firecracker

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sorry that I have around here so I shout, but I'm so excited mad ... This is just what you get for all day energy drinks Energy drinks and the derived Activities not, uh, activities degrades. No, no, I was not really active. Just hanging around on the couch I have. Geglotzt films and nothing more. Could my ego from a few weeks ago, the hospital starving and so happy romping through green fields, see me now ... It'd sure beat the messy apartment, it would be far too weak for something like this.

Unfortunately I could not put it in my defense that I, after all, diligently manage my blog. Again, I can not be productive work, but where I do not experience those days. As the title already promised: the expected fireworks from idea remains.

But perhaps that is different ... from tomorrow Maybe tomorrow is the beginning of a restless adventurer life ... And I start it, as I ...

... without a winter jacket on the door go!

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Ta-Dah!

Hey, wow, here I am again! How do I go from then, suddenly?

So, it's like this: I have just returned from the bathroom, that's an incredibly fun place to brood and brooding. And so when those activities occurred to me but a boiling hot that I in my last entry is a pair (sic) information have been guilty. Namely: 1 where I'm actually using? and 2 when in fact these ominous operations are carried out?

Because only hard-hitting Facts, facts, facts, help. So I'm just at home. So if I want to visit someone, I live in the yellow house near the one Kaiser supermarket.

Second, I have until 9 January to the hospital again. Until I can live like! it! normal! People! ! Do Me to stuff (-> Christmas)! Crash (-> New Year)! Take a brush and ... well, I know, yes ...

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