Hals und Beinbruch, Saukerl.
Había una vez un hombre bajito y extraño que decidió tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida:1. Que se haría la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demás.2. Que se dejaría un pequeño y ext...
Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny t...
As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me.The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary.But it's in me.
Pfiffikus, whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.
I love and hate this place because it is full of words.
You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
There are pieces of me on the ground.
The pain of WATCHING them!What about their pain?
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
Milk,
Many jocular comments followed, as did another onslaught of heil Hitlering. You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that. You'd only nee...
I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
Ed? Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. There's only one thing I want.What's that, Ritchie?His answer is simple.To want.
Do you still play the accordian?
At first, all is black and white.Black on white.That's where I'm walking, through pages.These pages.Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they spe...
HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.
Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.