tag 7
wer hätte gedacht, dass ich bis zu tag sieben kommen würde? meine gedanken waren nur bei dir. die ganze zeit. abends bin ich zu steffi gegangen, um endlich diese leidige und unausgesprochene tomsky-sache zu klären. mit dem ergebnis, dass ich nun mit nix im magen aber einer dreiviertelflasche weißwein im kopf hier sitze und versuche, das alles in windeseile zu schreiben, bevor tag sieben zu tag acht wird. was soll ich sagen, caroline? liest du das hier überhaupt?
ich liebe dich immer noch. warum sollte sich daran auch etwas geändert haben?
song of the day
ich liebe dich immer noch. warum sollte sich daran auch etwas geändert haben?
song of the day
snowflakes
(just jack)
i’m moving your mental feet
in complex dances and jigs
i’ll loosen up your consciousness
like a syrup of figs
it’s time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs
time to throw away the fake noses and fright wigs
time to face the music
no more metaphor
time to decide your fate
will you be cooked or go raw
will you be
rare and bloody
with your soul exposed
or well done
a charcoal surface
with your insides froze
and do you feel fear
as you hear
another door close
or will you just turn away
and flow where the wind blows
and are you still satisfied
with the pathways you chose
or would you like to go back
and rewrite the old prose
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows
does your life sometimes feel
like one big fake orgasm
a gut reaction
instinctive spasm
in the chasm
and do your problems metamorphose
into rubiks cubes
keep twisting and turning
becoming more confused
do you sometimes feel
like you’ve been used and abused
your're not visibly black and blue
but on the inside bruised
and does your love life
leave you feeling kinda bemused
you’ve played all the games
and you’re no longer amused
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows
sometimes it feels
like i’m looking through a pain of glass
ican see your mouth move
but can’t hear the words
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows
(just jack)
i’m moving your mental feet
in complex dances and jigs
i’ll loosen up your consciousness
like a syrup of figs
it’s time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs
time to throw away the fake noses and fright wigs
time to face the music
no more metaphor
time to decide your fate
will you be cooked or go raw
will you be
rare and bloody
with your soul exposed
or well done
a charcoal surface
with your insides froze
and do you feel fear
as you hear
another door close
or will you just turn away
and flow where the wind blows
and are you still satisfied
with the pathways you chose
or would you like to go back
and rewrite the old prose
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows
does your life sometimes feel
like one big fake orgasm
a gut reaction
instinctive spasm
in the chasm
and do your problems metamorphose
into rubiks cubes
keep twisting and turning
becoming more confused
do you sometimes feel
like you’ve been used and abused
your're not visibly black and blue
but on the inside bruised
and does your love life
leave you feeling kinda bemused
you’ve played all the games
and you’re no longer amused
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows
sometimes it feels
like i’m looking through a pain of glass
ican see your mouth move
but can’t hear the words
do you count the flakes
when it snows
and can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
do you count the flakes
when it snows

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