kitchensafari: fuck u very much: "the streets to heaven are paved with good intentions... i met him one night at some eisdiele where he played guitar.. he also sang. the si..."
Donnerstag, 11. August 2011
fuck u very much
the streets to heaven are paved with good intentions...
i met him one night at some eisdiele where he played guitar.. he also sang.
the situation wasn"t perfect for us, especially for me... i was busy breaking up with frank.
this was our last official date, so to say.
we were standing at the bar talking, watching, listening.
he had something in his voice, a depth that conveyed even cliche mainstream numbers onto an almost alternative level... i don"t want to sound as if i am exagerating... i suppose i fell a little for him that night.
we had some good conversations during his breaks... even frank got on well with him.
frank noticed that i was flirting. i wasn"t too sure whether roger got the message.
he did eventually, i suppose and called me three weeks later.
i was looking for nothing serious... an affair, nothing more...
he fell out of the boat and wanted a life with me.
it became a push and pull tug-o-war.
going nowhere, fast.
i could not
i met him one night at some eisdiele where he played guitar.. he also sang.
the situation wasn"t perfect for us, especially for me... i was busy breaking up with frank.
this was our last official date, so to say.
we were standing at the bar talking, watching, listening.
he had something in his voice, a depth that conveyed even cliche mainstream numbers onto an almost alternative level... i don"t want to sound as if i am exagerating... i suppose i fell a little for him that night.
we had some good conversations during his breaks... even frank got on well with him.
frank noticed that i was flirting. i wasn"t too sure whether roger got the message.
he did eventually, i suppose and called me three weeks later.
i was looking for nothing serious... an affair, nothing more...
he fell out of the boat and wanted a life with me.
it became a push and pull tug-o-war.
going nowhere, fast.
i could not
Montag, 24. Januar 2011
kitchensafari: six of one, half a dozen of the other...
kitchensafari: six of one, half a dozen of the other...: "the day starts like any other. googlemail reports that someone called bob is following my tweets... i last tweeted 2 months ago! i make mys..."
six of one, half a dozen of the other...
the day starts like any other.
googlemail reports that someone called bob is following my tweets... i last tweeted 2 months ago!
i make myself another coffee, a strong one...
the american embassy has forgotten to mail me again that they are following my tweets... after my wikileaks website visit... superficial relationships... cnn has almost stopped reporting on assange... a good strategy from the amis... no coverage, no interest... or out of sight, out of mind.
the same difference.
my days are filled with self-educational efforts (assisted by the french/german tv station, arte), runs from 5 - 20-something km's... reading cootzee's 'summertime'... and 'invisible' by auster... trying to finish 'heat' by buford... keeping 3 dairies... ect. there is no place like rome...
or as coetzee says in summertime, pagina 26/27: '...an envelope of libidinous excitement.'
the social critic disguised as the genius composer of the 'merry widow'... making clear to us that morality, not unlike peace... lives in the barrel of a double barrel shotgun? whatever.
'jetzt hilft nur noch die therapie?'
oder...
flashback to assange... i realised that i am in the wrong film when i was told not to 'do it again...'when i reported receiving a mail from the ami embassy stating that they are now following my tweets... one day after visiting wikileaks... forget it.
at the end of the day assange will sit in the states or make a 24 story exit.
i am considering a slow drive south to where there is still snow... a snowboard, warm clothing, protective pads for sensitive spots... 3 half-read books... a guitar... camera, sketchbook... cheers and wish me luck.
googlemail reports that someone called bob is following my tweets... i last tweeted 2 months ago!
i make myself another coffee, a strong one...
the american embassy has forgotten to mail me again that they are following my tweets... after my wikileaks website visit... superficial relationships... cnn has almost stopped reporting on assange... a good strategy from the amis... no coverage, no interest... or out of sight, out of mind.
the same difference.
my days are filled with self-educational efforts (assisted by the french/german tv station, arte), runs from 5 - 20-something km's... reading cootzee's 'summertime'... and 'invisible' by auster... trying to finish 'heat' by buford... keeping 3 dairies... ect. there is no place like rome...
or as coetzee says in summertime, pagina 26/27: '...an envelope of libidinous excitement.'
the social critic disguised as the genius composer of the 'merry widow'... making clear to us that morality, not unlike peace... lives in the barrel of a double barrel shotgun? whatever.
'jetzt hilft nur noch die therapie?'
oder...
flashback to assange... i realised that i am in the wrong film when i was told not to 'do it again...'when i reported receiving a mail from the ami embassy stating that they are now following my tweets... one day after visiting wikileaks... forget it.
at the end of the day assange will sit in the states or make a 24 story exit.
i am considering a slow drive south to where there is still snow... a snowboard, warm clothing, protective pads for sensitive spots... 3 half-read books... a guitar... camera, sketchbook... cheers and wish me luck.
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