this simplicity

happiness.. that simple.. it is.. it could be.. if we want it to be..



"and i'm breathing you in
just like the morning air
and i'm wrapping you around
just like a skin to wear"

or

"love me two times.."

reco

poor boy recep seems to be very sensitive nowadays.. the reason why he feels offended proves his poorness..

however, my favorite answer to the question, what "recep bey" means, is :

"recep bey is yankee. so recep bey go home!!!"

dandelion time

".. we drink coffee from little cups,

and she reads apollinaire to me in french..

she is very beautiful but the dandelions are starting

to wilt in her hair."

r.b.

FCB-2010

".........sie sind nicht mehr die verhassten, hässlichen Sieger. Sie gewinnen nicht mehr bloß auf ihre eigenen Kosten. Dafür begeistern sie alle Fußballfans in Deutschland."

Quelle : http://www.zeit.de/

ts, nein, nicht nur in Deutschland.. worldwide baby, worldwide!

cell_connexions

its called the formant..

energy is what we talk about all the time, or we try to catch from somewhere, someone.. the fine stripe between the action and whose presentation in front of us is, that these colours and the light should be caught by us.. an oversight on our part may destroy the collected canister full of sounds.. bandpass in electronic cases, especially for several voices, there is a dependence with a high degree.. the way is built by the lines along their way filled by searchings for an independence.. lets call the binary search, it sounds ok.. irrespective of its real meaning..

classifications.. base points, benchmarks, predefined directions.. all this are criteria for any start of a destruction.. you might feel not a whit of ache, where synchronistically a couple of creatures trail away.. and you'll never do.. coz u r a lucky one, born in a golden framed roof..

amphi_2010

and one, anne clarke, project pitchfork, skinny puppy, solitary experiments, frontline assembly, mesh, vnv nation

so.. wat will man mehr!

auch noch in kölle!

im sommer..

am rhein!

1 day + weekend + 1 day = dream over 4 days!

silent_shout

as if the flickers would spread an uninvented class of colour in the air, as if someones arms would be stretched by this flame of sphere, as if the pages would smell of a paring of an apple, of a red one, which doesnt mean that the red ones taste better than the green ones, not at all, its about their smell, as if the keys of a red synthesizer would control the fingers over them as a magnet, as if no words would be needed at this moment, as if even the last pig would realise this moment and just shout up.. if any word gets the strength to disturb this time, please fill it with the power of the song "sonnet" of sir ashcroft, maybe he will hate me for calling him like this, anyway, i just dont wanna press the so-called backspacekey and return ..

so shout your gob, unless you feel the energy in your word.. then.. break the silence!