Let me dwell alone forever, with you in my heart and on my mind. Let me die a lonesome death, in the cruelest, most miserable way known, perfectly happy and satisfied, for I have tasted love!
Adonis
Sunday, July 31, 2005
7/31/2005 01:20:00 AM - Leave me...
Saturday, July 30, 2005
7/30/2005 05:10:00 PM -
7/30/2005 11:21:00 AM - 4 AM
Yesterday I stayed up till 4 in the morning, enjoying myself doing something which I had never loved more. The simple pleasures of... Dare I say it??? TELEPHONING! Yes, dear readers, from 10:15 till 4:00... a total of five hours and forty-five minutes.
I've been planning to give out goalless German lessons, to see if anyone actually learns. Let's learn German.
The way you say MULLET in German is Vokuhila (Fo-Koo-hee-lah). Quite useful, eh?
Or what do you say when something is unprecedentally COOL? Well, COOL is actually become a German word, but you'd be better off saying 'DER HAMMER!' or 'GEIL,' or even 'FRISCH...' Geil, eh?? NOTE: Geil used to mean...err... 'excited' in times of old, so don't say it to someone old or else they'll think you're a little devil. You little devil you.
What do you say when somebody says THE DUMBEST THINGS YOU'VE EVER HEARD?? well, simple... 'DAS IST DAS DUMMSTE, DAS ICH JE GEHöRT HABE!' For questions about pronounciation, contact me, or don't use these phrases.
Well, I'm out...
Bis Später. (Till later)
Adonis
I've been planning to give out goalless German lessons, to see if anyone actually learns. Let's learn German.
The way you say MULLET in German is Vokuhila (Fo-Koo-hee-lah). Quite useful, eh?
Or what do you say when something is unprecedentally COOL? Well, COOL is actually become a German word, but you'd be better off saying 'DER HAMMER!' or 'GEIL,' or even 'FRISCH...' Geil, eh?? NOTE: Geil used to mean...err... 'excited' in times of old, so don't say it to someone old or else they'll think you're a little devil. You little devil you.
What do you say when somebody says THE DUMBEST THINGS YOU'VE EVER HEARD?? well, simple... 'DAS IST DAS DUMMSTE, DAS ICH JE GEHöRT HABE!' For questions about pronounciation, contact me, or don't use these phrases.
Well, I'm out...
Bis Später. (Till later)
Adonis
Monday, July 25, 2005
7/25/2005 01:18:00 AM - EAP mood.
I, dear readers, am in a very EAP, Edgar Allen Poe-ish, mood. I'm writing with what hatred I can sum up at such a late hour. Here's a product of my failing attempts...
Enjoy it while you can.
Soon after you're stabbed
In the back by a friend
Dearer than a brother,
Not a thing in the whole
Entire world will be
Enjoyable.
3 nights and three days you have
And then only heaven
Knows.
It's not bad, I think. Needs a lot of work. I wonder if the joke in it is clear. Hopefully it is.
And here is another, slightly darker (CAN IT BE???) product of my failed attempts:
With all my soul I hate her.
But can only say, I love you.
It pains me every time we touch.
Her smile is poison flowing into my lungs.
Her laugh is a demon tormenting me.
Her long black hair is a bundle of chords
Wound 'round my heart,
Locking the hatred in.
But, in her mind, and on the outside,
I love her.
Haha. I love this poem. Absolute fiction though it is, it is creepy, I find. I think tomorrow I'm gonna have a little experience... I'll try not to talk or react to anyone for the whole day. It'll be hard with a four-year-old around.
I'll update you with another failure later. (my experience)
Oh, and congrats Lance for the 7th consecutive TdF win. And good luck in retirement.
Now, my readers, bis später!
Adonis-lost in a crevasse zwischen fools and geniuses.
Enjoy it while you can.
Soon after you're stabbed
In the back by a friend
Dearer than a brother,
Not a thing in the whole
Entire world will be
Enjoyable.
3 nights and three days you have
And then only heaven
Knows.
It's not bad, I think. Needs a lot of work. I wonder if the joke in it is clear. Hopefully it is.
And here is another, slightly darker (CAN IT BE???) product of my failed attempts:
With all my soul I hate her.
But can only say, I love you.
It pains me every time we touch.
Her smile is poison flowing into my lungs.
Her laugh is a demon tormenting me.
Her long black hair is a bundle of chords
Wound 'round my heart,
Locking the hatred in.
But, in her mind, and on the outside,
I love her.
Haha. I love this poem. Absolute fiction though it is, it is creepy, I find. I think tomorrow I'm gonna have a little experience... I'll try not to talk or react to anyone for the whole day. It'll be hard with a four-year-old around.
I'll update you with another failure later. (my experience)
Oh, and congrats Lance for the 7th consecutive TdF win. And good luck in retirement.
Now, my readers, bis später!
Adonis-lost in a crevasse zwischen fools and geniuses.
7/25/2005 01:15:00 AM - Tonight
Locks of hair
Flying everywhere.
A push, a shove-
A wild scene of love.
A whisper, a kiss.
A wall, a Miss.
Hidden. Trouble.
A minor struggle.
A treacherous bite!
All out of sight.
Pictures stare
At me and her.
The music so loud.
Two is a crowd.
Flying everywhere.
A push, a shove-
A wild scene of love.
A whisper, a kiss.
A wall, a Miss.
Hidden. Trouble.
A minor struggle.
A treacherous bite!
All out of sight.
Pictures stare
At me and her.
The music so loud.
Two is a crowd.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
7/21/2005 05:32:00 PM -
Deutschakademie 2005... We had the Olympics. We were the Germans. We were am Geilsten.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
7/19/2005 08:14:00 AM - Ich hab' zuruck gekommen!
Yes, dearly beloved,
I have come back.
It is a wonderful feeling to be once more among the loved ones and the funny ones and the stupid ones that make up my life, but a bit sad to leave all my German Academy friends behind. I love you all and thanks for making my three weeks amazing.
Millions of thoughts are coursing through my head as I speak, but nothing too interesting, so I'm gonna search for something I wrote there and when I find it I'll post it. AHA! I have found it. As some know, I always try different styles of writing, and this is one of them.
And it begins. Yet again. A cycle it is. And endless. Like life.
It is a cycle of feelings, reactions, and ideas. Always there, never out of order. I wake up, I miss her. I sleep, I miss her. But during the day... No time to think. About her. About me. About anything. Too busy. But then nights come. And oh what nights. This part of the cycle is always about her. And never do I remember these dreams. Maybe once a week I keep one in a reservoir of memories I call my mind. But the other visions all drift away... Caught in the quicksand of unconsciousness.
Now a rule of the cycle, as of life, is that there is always something spontaneous... Always something that breaks the rules. I steal a thought or two about her every time I hear many laughs. She's quite a comic. And when I hear the funny languages and destroyed accents , I remember her. Also, when I see myself away from her, I wonder why in the hell I'm doing this.
German Academy was too much fun for a mere blog, but I learned a lot, made many great friends, and had tons of fun. If you wanna know more, ask.
The Adonis
I have come back.
It is a wonderful feeling to be once more among the loved ones and the funny ones and the stupid ones that make up my life, but a bit sad to leave all my German Academy friends behind. I love you all and thanks for making my three weeks amazing.
Millions of thoughts are coursing through my head as I speak, but nothing too interesting, so I'm gonna search for something I wrote there and when I find it I'll post it. AHA! I have found it. As some know, I always try different styles of writing, and this is one of them.
And it begins. Yet again. A cycle it is. And endless. Like life.
It is a cycle of feelings, reactions, and ideas. Always there, never out of order. I wake up, I miss her. I sleep, I miss her. But during the day... No time to think. About her. About me. About anything. Too busy. But then nights come. And oh what nights. This part of the cycle is always about her. And never do I remember these dreams. Maybe once a week I keep one in a reservoir of memories I call my mind. But the other visions all drift away... Caught in the quicksand of unconsciousness.
Now a rule of the cycle, as of life, is that there is always something spontaneous... Always something that breaks the rules. I steal a thought or two about her every time I hear many laughs. She's quite a comic. And when I hear the funny languages and destroyed accents , I remember her. Also, when I see myself away from her, I wonder why in the hell I'm doing this.
German Academy was too much fun for a mere blog, but I learned a lot, made many great friends, and had tons of fun. If you wanna know more, ask.
The Adonis
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