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I'm just saying, daisies...
Like when you go out in the morning
by the ringing of the phone
be awakened
and to say the least
you're still a little deranged.
You've read a long time:
Karl Ove Knausgard, volumes 1 to 6,
the whole life -
and nothing understood, nothing,
nothing at all.
Here the switches were
in the past for you well placed
And it wasn't the talent
You were an early developer,
and could with ten
already in children's books
recognize the images
and meaningfully record
and with twelve already your name
write without errors,
preferably with wax crayons,
well, the writing was still a little -
how shall I put it... wobbly?
Writing after listening
has always been your discipline -
( it still is today )
and not because of
political pedagogical guidelines-
but because it suited you,
it "picked you up".
Also you could already
Mom and Dad
by the sound of their voices.
Were sensitive, with a healthy
Sense of justice:
Disputes with the others
dear little ones were gladly so solved,
that the noses were bloody.
Mainly those of others.
So it was all there
in the overall development of early childhood
for the casual
and socially acceptable togetherness
and getting ahead
in those days.
You should be able to learn and become everything
-not for school we study,
but for later life -
all great promises,
and then when you expressed wishes,
they let you - how do you say - lie on your left.
And so look,
what you have become today,
on this rainy day,
Beginning of October.
**
So, like I said, the phone's ringing -
you pick up the phone
and someone chews your ear off
and could pose as Helene Fischer,
Jörg Kachelmann,
Gundula Gause
or the Emperor of China,
someone important is definitely feeling it,
known from radio and television.
Or still, finally: Carmen Nebel?
( Baby, what a big surprise! )
Alone, you will understand the significance of this moment
as always not fair,
are inattentive
and don't know for sure,
who you are talking to right now
and you answer questions listlessly with "doesn't matter"
and "don't know" and "mmmmh"
and you end up slurring your words and saying "fuck you." And slamming the phone on the fork
( yes, it's still an old model )
and because you've been angry before,
you're gonna throw out the whole machine hearty and vehement to the opposite wall.
Erfurt woodchip, now damaged.
Your head is in danger untidy
and otherwise empty,
because you've got till late at night
over the top.
Is the number of strands strict ?
I think so
Never mind
Anyway, it's 11:38 now,
the day is still young
and you don't know exactly what to do with it Maybe for now
cultivated monothematic breakfast
and watch educational television:
ARD - Buffet or rather BR alpha
with curve discussions -
you can always use that after all,
you think,
and choose the latter.
For curves you are available, oh yes,
either with the SUV
in the bacon belt of the big city,
or also as a women's advocate.
But you don't have the money for the car and for the women anyway the deep understanding,
which it needs...
Daisies,
i'm just saying: Daisies
You're always too light somehow.
And you'd need grounding,
that you have lost You are a gardener of love
and commute as an astronaut of inadequacy
and little convinced free liberal so to speak
in a vacuum.
You're so unstable and the curves join to form circles...
and everything is spinning... what's going on?
_____________________________________________________________
A fragrance with a nail polish remover beginning,
who challenges...
short only,
don't worry
The slightly resinous wood of the pine,
the depth
and also brings mystery.
The wink from times gone by.
Crackling paper protects Sunday clothes,
mothball protected,
in order to survive the next few years as well.
A full and dense fragrance to the satiety of the satiety -
in the times of the waning moon.
______________________________________________________________
Flamenco, well.. it could also be called:
"Let's dive in
into the depths of the universe
and on purpose
step into every black hole,
on which the red shoes
start dancing"
How - ge - step.
But:
that's too long
by the ringing of the phone
be awakened
and to say the least
you're still a little deranged.
You've read a long time:
Karl Ove Knausgard, volumes 1 to 6,
the whole life -
and nothing understood, nothing,
nothing at all.
Here the switches were
in the past for you well placed
And it wasn't the talent
You were an early developer,
and could with ten
already in children's books
recognize the images
and meaningfully record
and with twelve already your name
write without errors,
preferably with wax crayons,
well, the writing was still a little -
how shall I put it... wobbly?
Writing after listening
has always been your discipline -
( it still is today )
and not because of
political pedagogical guidelines-
but because it suited you,
it "picked you up".
Also you could already
Mom and Dad
by the sound of their voices.
Were sensitive, with a healthy
Sense of justice:
Disputes with the others
dear little ones were gladly so solved,
that the noses were bloody.
Mainly those of others.
So it was all there
in the overall development of early childhood
for the casual
and socially acceptable togetherness
and getting ahead
in those days.
You should be able to learn and become everything
-not for school we study,
but for later life -
all great promises,
and then when you expressed wishes,
they let you - how do you say - lie on your left.
And so look,
what you have become today,
on this rainy day,
Beginning of October.
**
So, like I said, the phone's ringing -
you pick up the phone
and someone chews your ear off
and could pose as Helene Fischer,
Jörg Kachelmann,
Gundula Gause
or the Emperor of China,
someone important is definitely feeling it,
known from radio and television.
Or still, finally: Carmen Nebel?
( Baby, what a big surprise! )
Alone, you will understand the significance of this moment
as always not fair,
are inattentive
and don't know for sure,
who you are talking to right now
and you answer questions listlessly with "doesn't matter"
and "don't know" and "mmmmh"
and you end up slurring your words and saying "fuck you." And slamming the phone on the fork
( yes, it's still an old model )
and because you've been angry before,
you're gonna throw out the whole machine hearty and vehement to the opposite wall.
Erfurt woodchip, now damaged.
Your head is in danger untidy
and otherwise empty,
because you've got till late at night
over the top.
Is the number of strands strict ?
I think so
Never mind
Anyway, it's 11:38 now,
the day is still young
and you don't know exactly what to do with it Maybe for now
cultivated monothematic breakfast
and watch educational television:
ARD - Buffet or rather BR alpha
with curve discussions -
you can always use that after all,
you think,
and choose the latter.
For curves you are available, oh yes,
either with the SUV
in the bacon belt of the big city,
or also as a women's advocate.
But you don't have the money for the car and for the women anyway the deep understanding,
which it needs...
Daisies,
i'm just saying: Daisies
You're always too light somehow.
And you'd need grounding,
that you have lost You are a gardener of love
and commute as an astronaut of inadequacy
and little convinced free liberal so to speak
in a vacuum.
You're so unstable and the curves join to form circles...
and everything is spinning... what's going on?
_____________________________________________________________
A fragrance with a nail polish remover beginning,
who challenges...
short only,
don't worry
The slightly resinous wood of the pine,
the depth
and also brings mystery.
The wink from times gone by.
Crackling paper protects Sunday clothes,
mothball protected,
in order to survive the next few years as well.
A full and dense fragrance to the satiety of the satiety -
in the times of the waning moon.
______________________________________________________________
Flamenco, well.. it could also be called:
"Let's dive in
into the depths of the universe
and on purpose
step into every black hole,
on which the red shoes
start dancing"
How - ge - step.
But:
that's too long
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