Aimless
and has been true for years, consciously for only one - well zirca. I do not know who I am, who I should be, as I should be, I want to be. always two people sitting on the shoulder, even one for good and for evil. logical means in the end only: from the middle. shit. continuous reassessment, no decisions are made not difficult for me, but there are hardly any to make, at least not obese. the inconsequential I leave to others, care for my phlegmatismus. it just happens nothing. nothing good, nothing bad. But, things happen, but the fly past, no passion or devotion, or otherwise negative may cause. schema as schema. gray. I live in the gray. It seems almost no matter what happened. it remains gray. gray. gray gray gray. I could develop pschosen to make things move. but then I drifting into the dark gray. the dark side of gray. oh horror. but also would benefit little, because to have to change something inside the cause, and to do it just for that purpose, but the sense of the following acts again makes no sense. just change for change's sake, but not really behind it? oh horror. gray gray gray.
finally, I saw an old ground-Asians in the u-. He had a baseball cap on. It read: "Flensburg Pilsener". mmh. I was the type the full two stations on sympathetic. looked, how such a refugee, which has been given something, such as is often seen that children wear jerseys of national teams any, that poor child. I bet the do not know what he wears as to the head. the symbol for the best damn beer!
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