License Renewal On Adjustment Of Status

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Three little words tuft. A memory, a nuisance and an experiment (chase scenes, wtf, how exhausting, but with practice it certainly exciting)

Akeboshi-Kamisama no shitauchi

Sometimes things have no connection. Doraemon
The Eraser. No idea where that comes. The tiny Lion figure that I can not throw it away because it's even a lion now.
But everything else in turn has a story, an anecdote. So much more than pure electric pulses in my dreamy synapses.
Now and then a crash. In
Kik go by, let your eyes wander between blue, cheap T-shirts and colorful balls.
is suddenly the smell of the Baltic Sea since the image of the old ball in DDR-colors, sounds, touching the hand of my mother and her long hair, her top with leopard print.

go fast around the corner, at the tanning salon over and not losweinen.

Gerhard Schöne-dawn

It is unbearable.
you need this library. For too long has it been since you've heard, that you are dancing stretched wearily on the back seat of the car in your ears, trembling in your fingers could feel.
But not even youtube has it. There is a missing song, a strange thing, which is one of the few things that do not on the Internet.
You got it in my head, it is repeated again and again.
But it's like a pale light. Much too far away.

you should maybe buy the CD?


Apocalyptica hyperventilation

Solveigh felt her eyes grew larger and rounder. The horror crept into the bones of a non-that would be far too slow process. Instead, he shot through her like a flash, she was unable to move and let her body become heavy and solid as a rock.
Masashi drew sharp next to her, the air in through the slightly open mouth.
In the distance were four of them. In white sweatshirts. And they had seen.

She breathed heavily in and out, forces you to put your body in motion had so much against the urge to just fight to remain in the rigid, that it hurt physically.

"Come!" she cried, she knew just not sure in what language, but it did not matter.
you ran, noticed that she only heard her footsteps thundering in his ears, turned around. He stood there, he just stood there and stared at the types of wild shriek came running towards him, brandishing an iron bar, the metal-cutting through the air and made a heavy noise.
Before they knew right what she did, she stumbled back, had gripped him by the wrist and rushed.
"Come on," cried her like a madman.
The fear was sitting deep in it. She felt her heart against her chest rumble, she felt like she was literally made in the pants.

If you ran only once, it was much easier.
"left," she cried, though she still had on hand, the backpack on her back, flew up and down.
"Go on, go!"
Soon he ran in front of her. He had more training. Damn, she was hardly accustomed to sprint long distances.

three corners of the house continued to burn your lungs, it consisted only of breaths and the Japs of fear. Masashi they moved on, silent and panting. Adrenaline is damn good stuff.

A door to a closed bar, tavern, kitchen, whatever. Masashi they came in-quite-rotten wood and Solveigh met formally into the darkness of textile weaving. She saw nothing for seconds, felt him behind the door and jump just happen. Dust in the air and actually they would have to start to cough the soul from the body.

Your body is now allowed to collapse, he would have needed even five minutes ago. She crouched on all fours and was breathing. Breathed breathed breathed. Sampled by Masashi groped for his face, wiping little tears on which they could not see in the dark.
pressed her face into his shirt so as not to be so loud. Her gasp, she thought, to the other side of Tokyo could be heard.

Avila Hot Springs Wedding

Bleh

terrible everywhere People.
Throughout the train sits the misery and the arrogance and ugliness.
No, really. Wherever you look sitting, as women with no hair, tanning salons, Make-up blunders, beer bellies. And those who look like me. Meanwhile, I'm honestly glad that I do not see most of the time. Also, I will always clear how disgusting I think too much beyond the hair tuft, especially for men.

Yes but, Japan has left permanent damage.
is not like that before it was different. It has only intensified.

And if you do not have all the faces of disillusioned people that their existence without vision, without goals, without dreams with deadlines and stiffened everyday, you feel like a lot worse.
all look so hard and relentlessly.

I think Berlin is not a nice patch of soft, effeminate minds.
Oh well.
I know, kill yourself or get over it.
But still.