bombed tired
like every morning I was asked: how are you? mmh. I have answered this: there is otherwise in the office redundancy, a beautiful word. informationslosigkeit perfect. pithy tooting from the radio keeps me awake, even if only physically, mentally I switch so here is accelerating. the müdigeit paired with my phlegmatismus is omnipresent. goodness gracious.
not get the answer out foreign words with slain.
I'm tired, not physically, not mentally, but somehow anyway. apart from the external circumstances: Monday and November, which hardly can serve as baseline or finish and should fall to me nothing recordable one. the limit seems to be reached where to other discs, perhaps, but I can not these half thought put into words. Listen, at times, but always forward. inevitably, yes, it has no choice.
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