Tag: Germany

Will you stop talking about my damned legs
You’ve had a dream
You might envision a better life for yourself
The first means in flower, the second radiating light
Such undertakings are almost always futile
At all events, they are quite different substances
Bottlenecks, even figurative ones, don’t grow
All planning must be done in advance
Gone fishin’
Their eyes were in protruding knobs at either side of their heads
That right there happening was a haiku!
He was an insanely talented programmer
A reclusive mastermind with a thin, strangely flexible head
Those were the best times in my life
He pushed his face an inch away from mine, “Do you so love me?”
The air was so still that I could hear the world turning
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
And then it was time to go somewhere else
Nothing ever went the way it supposed to on the camp-outs
I was scared of him
They drifted along, changing shapes, with the golden sunlight on them
It looked like a kind of punk porcupine
Some background checking is required
What the hell’s your problem anyway?
This fellow is up to something. Undoubtedly
Just I was passing by and found the door open
I can’t explain what we’re seeing here
Certainly he’s very devoted and kind
It was a long, hard day
Everyone is doing gossip
This spying business is a dirty game
A shrug is comprehensible to everyone
The goal is to merge with something larger than yourself
Holding still can sometimes prove more effective than actively searching
Ears must be kept clean at all times
You will reflect on the fact that too much reflection is pointless
A blue sky is as depthless as the sea
Close your eyes and slowly count backward from ten
Maybe we should get out of here
I still had hope
I still remember what that felt like
She looked me in the eyes for a long while
Still beautiful even in its decline
He seemed distracted, disoriented, even, but not mad
I don’t think she had any friends
A photographer has to be willing to risk it all
Always had to be the center of attention
For a while it was nothing, nothing at all
Being there was what made sense
There seemed to be no logic to it