apparently my great great grandfather was a Friedrich from Saarbrücken. Deutschland!!!

there’s some sort of protest in Paulzplatz and a bunch of students trying to hang out in the middle of Berliner strasse for the sole purpose of blocking traffic. there are about as many police as students…Good grief…does this qualify as economic terrorism…my tax dollars at work. Paying for students to hang out in the streets and go to school and for the cops to control them…jerks!

thanks Corinna for “Schrumpelgesicht”

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The moonlight feels my reflection,
but it cant see me…
it cant see my expression,
My contempt of the moon,
it cant hate itself…
I wont let it.
the sun wont let it.

and does the moon realize anything?
can it have a thought?
can it feel?
can it wonder
will I get up tomorrow?

for the moon has no morning,
and the sky has no end,
and time has no meaning,
until tomorrow.
and then…
time comes again
only to remind me
that it’ll be gone soon.

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I’m hoping to feel a chill tomorrow.
I want to be alive.

Like getting something you want,
for the very first time,
and that feeling.

But in the midst of what’s on the floor
and the bed and the walls,
there’s a void
contradicting the mess,
saying…shouting
all the things that I need,

and whispering louder
that I’ll never get them.

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