It might be the inclined readers have noticed: I rarely lose me here right now.
Just as it displays the statistics, my clientele has shrunk to a minimum amount, and the few stalwarts who hereinverirren still fit, now in a telephone booth and then have enough room for a medium sized pizza delivery of services.
that I currently do not have their own Internet connection, may indeed be a reason, but was previously in similar situations no barrier, so: where's hanging? As the oracle
octopus now went the way of all flesh, and thus, except in black masses are no longer available, here is the attempt of an answer.
You come together the remains of an inferior year and thinks that's about it ... the idea that a shitty year does not end with the calendar date grimly, ignoring ...
begins and thus to open the first of the parcels, which has in the new year nicely tied for one.
The first, long, wrapped with gold ribbon, holds a dead marabou, mode already half rotten.
So it can only be better, but the second contains Pudding-like something alive that looks cute, but so staring at a vicious glotzäugig that one can not help but stab it.
And so is this lugubre series continues every day right now ... every day is a gift, just for one, is the question.
that I now well on its way to Quasimodoisierung myself am, should not be mentioned, and yet the prospect of readers to get bored with medical histories, undermine my desire to communicate, and this is certainly not the image of the woman or a similar art dirt sheet.
Nevertheless, the stiffening of various cervical and thoracic vertebrae supplies are just a stubborn endurance competition with a left-sided inflammation of the inner ear, and I commute right now between a nice physiotherapist who has tortured me, pushes and shakes and it makes noise as if you crush a bag of pretzels and an ENT doctor, I retract mountains of drugs and to wait, that one of his therapies may finally strike.
Neither is uplifting and keeps me due to my limited range of action on the blogging, among other inconveniences that I may not expatiate here ..
If it is stupid could one day I, as a half-deaf hunchback sneak through Berlin and I have a characteristic habit of grunting and drooling ... would have the advantage that it is my family in the event of my death would save much money, I would be so grown up to that point that we can use to take me to my cremation in a shoe box in my home and burned at the beet field.
brings us back to Marabu would.
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