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Was es ist....
Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es is Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe
What it is
It is nonsense
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is calamity
says calculation
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It is hopeless
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ludicrous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love
Erich Fried:) Some of us believe in soft fleeces and some of us believe green Kobolds.....
T h e l i t t l e p e o p l e o f S w a b e d o o
A long, long time ago, little people lived on earth. Most of them livedin the village Swabedoo and they called themselves Swabedoodahs.They were very happy: they walked around smilingfrom ear to earand said hello to everybody.What the Swabedoodahs liked most was to give each other warm,soft fleeces as a present. Everyone of them carried a pouch over hisshoulder and this pouch was filled with soft fleeces. WhenSwabedoodahs met each other, the one gave a fleece to the other.It's very nice to give someone else a soft fleece. It tells the otherperson he's special; it's a way to say: "I like you!" And it's just as niceto get such a fleece from someone else. You feel how warm and fluffyit feels to your face and it's a wonderful feeling when you put it softlyand lightly with the others in your pouch. You feel recognized andloved when someone gives you a fleece en and you want to dosomething good, something nice right away. The little people ofSwabedoo liked to give and receive warm, soft fleeces and their lifetogether was always happy and cheerful.Outside the village in a cold, dark cave lived a big, green kobold. Hedidn't really want to live there, outside, all alone and, at times, hefelt very lonely. He had already stood at the rim of the village, morethan once, and wished he could live between the cheerfulSwabedoodahs; but he had nothing to offer -- and, besides, to him,the exchange of warm, soft fleeces was big nonsense. If he met oneof the little people at the edge of the woods, he would grumblesomething unintelligible en and quickly walk back to his humid anddark cave.One night, when the big, green kobold stood at the edge of the woodsagain, he found a friendly, little Swabedoodah. "Isn't it a wonderfulday, today?" the little one asked, smiling. The green kobold justmade a drab face and didn't answer. "Here, take a warm, soft fleece,"said the little one, "this one's especially beautiful. It's surely meantfor you, otherwise, I had given it away already." But the kobolddidn't take the fleece. First, he looked around to all sides, to be sureno-one was watching or listening. Then, he bent over to the littleone and whispered in his ear: "Listen, don't be so generous withthose fleeces of yours! Don't you know that, one day, you won't haveany fleeces left, if you just give away everything?" Surprised and alittle helpless, the little Swabedoodah looked up to the kobold. Whohad, in the mean time, taken the pouch of the little one's shoulderand opened it. He sounded very satisfied, when he said: "Didn't Itell you? Just hardly 217 fleeces you've got in your pouch -- so, if Iwere you, I'd be careful giving them away!" And with that, thekobold went off, on his big green feet, and left behind a confusedand unhappy Swabedoodah at the edge of the woods. He was soconfused, so unhappy, that he didn't realize that what the koboldhad said was totally impossible. For every Swabedoodah had aninexhaustible supply of fleeces. If he gave away a fleece, he wouldget one in return from someone else, right away, and this wouldhappen time and again, a whole life long. So, how could they run outof fleeces?The kobold also knew this but he trusted the credulousness of thelittle people. And something else he trusted; something he haddiscovered within himself and of which he wanted to know if it wasinside the little Swabedoodahs, as well. So, he consciously lied to thelittle Swabedoodah, sat down at the entrance of his cave and waited.In front of his home in Swabedoo the little, confused Swabedoodahsat, brooding. It didn't take long, before anacquaintance passed by,with whom he had already exchanged many warm, soft fleeces."What a beautiful day!" his friend exclaimed, reached inside hispouch and gave the other one a fleece. Who, however, didn't acceptit joyfully but warded it off with his hands. "No, no!You'd ratherkeep it," the little one exclaimed, "who knows, how quickly yoursupply will decrease. One day, you'll be without fleeces, just likethat!" The friend didn't get it, just shrugged, put the fleece back intohis pouch and walked away, saying good-bye softly.
But he tookconfused thoughts with him -- and on the same night, in the village,one could hear three more times, how one Swabedoodah said toanother: "I'm sorry, but I don't have a warm, soft fleece for you: Ihave to be careful not to run out of them."The next day, all this had spread through the whole village.Everybody started saving their fleeces. They did give one away, everyonce in a while, but only after long and careful deliberation and very,very cautious. And they weren't usually the especially beautifulfleeces but those with little stains and already a bit worn-out.The little Swabedoodahs became suspicious. They started observingeach other distrustfully; they started considering whether the otherperson was truly worthy of a fleece, or not. Some even went asfaras hiding their fleeces underneath their beds, at night. Argumentsarose from the question, how many fleeces someone owned. And,eventually, people started exchanging warm, soft fleeces for things,instead of just giving them away. The mayor of Swabedoo had eventraced how many fleeces there were in total and, then, announcedthat the number was limited and declared the fleeces to be currency.Soon, the little people were arguing about how many fleecesspending a night or having a meal in someone else's house wasworth. There were even some cases of fleece robbery! In the twilight,they didn't feel safe, anymore; while, before, the Swabedoodahsliked to walk in the park or on the streets, in the twilight, to meeteach other and give each other warm, soft fleeces.At the edge of the woods sat the big, green kobold, observingeverything and being very satisfied.The worst of everything happened some time later. Somethingstarted changing regarding the health of the little people. Manycomplained about pain in their shoulders and backs -- and, in time,more and more Swabedoodahs were taken by surprise by this illnesscalled spinal weakening. The little people walked around bent -- inserious cases even bent to the ground. The fleece pouches weredragged on. Many started to believe, that the cause of their diseasewas the weight of the pouches and that it was better to leave theat home and put them away, there. It didn't take long before onecould hardly find a Swabedoodah with a fleece pouch on his back.The big, green kobold was very satisfied with the result of his lie. Hewanted to find out, whether the little people would act and feel likehim, when he, as was the case most of the time, had selfish thoughts-- and they had acted like him! The big kobold felt very successful.He came to the village of the little people more often, now. Butnobody said hello to him with a smile, nobody offered him a fleece.Instead, he was stared at distrustfully, just as the little people staredat each other. The kobold liked this: to him, this behaviour was the"real" world!In time, even worse things started happening in Swabedoo. Maybe,because of the spinal weakening; maybe, because no-one gave thema warm, soft fleece, anymore - who knows? - some people died inSwabedoo. Now, all happiness had disappeared from the village.Their grief was immense.When the big, green kobold heard about it, he was very shocked. "Ididn't want this," he said to himself, "I surely didn't want this. I onlywanted to show them what the world is really like -- I really didn'twant them to die!" He thought about what he could do, now -- and,indeed, something came up.Deep inside his cave, the kobold had discovered a mine with cold,prickly stones. He had spent many years digging the prickly stonesout of the mountain and storing them in a quarry. he loved thesestones because they were so beautifully cold and they prickled sopleasantly when he touched them. But not only that: he also lovedthese stones because they were all his -- and, every time he lookedat them, the impression of possessing great wealth gave the kobolda satisfying feeling. But now that he saw the misery of the littleSwabedoodahs he decided to share his stone wealth with them. Hefilled numerous little bags with cold, prickly stones, put them on abig barrow and went to Swabedoo with it.How happy were the little people, when they saw the cold, pricklystones! They took them gratefully. Now, they had something to giveto each other, again. however: if they gave someone else a cold,prickly stone to tell him they liked him, a cold, unpleasant feelingcame into their own hand and also in the hand of the person, whoreceived the stone. It was not as nice to give away cold, prickly stonesas to give away warm, soft fleeces. Every time, one would feel astrange 'tugging' at the heart, if one received a prickly stone. Onealso wasn't quite sure what the giver really meant. The receiver oftenstayed behind confused and with stinging fingers.So, slowly but surely, it happened more often that a littleSwabedoodah crawled underneath his bed, took the pouch withwarm, soft fleeces, ventilated them a little bit in the sunlight and, ifsomeone gave him a stone, he would give a warm, soft fleece inreturn. And how did the eyes of the receiver shine! Some walkedhome quickly and dug up their pouch to give a soft fleece, instead ofa prickly stone, too. However, they didn't throw the stones away.Moreover, not all Swabedoodahs fetched their pouches, again. Thecold and prickly stony thoughts were embedded too deeply in theheads of the little people. One could gather it from the remarks:- "Soft fleeces? What's the intention, really?"- "How can I find out whether my fleece is really wanted, or not?"- "I gave a warm, soft fleece and what did I get in return? A cold,prickly stone! I won't let that happen again."- "You never know where you're standing: fleeces, today; stones,tomorrow."Probably, all little people of Swabedoo would have gladly returnedto the things that were only natural
to their grandparents. A singleone looked at the bags in the corner of his room, filled with cold,prickly stones, so heavy that they were hard to bring along.Therefore, often, one didn't even have a stone with one to give to afriend. Also, the little Swabedoodahs secretly, without saying it outloud, wished for someone coming to give them warm, soft fleeces.In their dreams, they imagined how they all would walk around onthe streets with cheerful, smiling faces and give each other fleeces,like in good, old times. When they woke up, however, there wasalways something that kept them from really doing it that way.Usually, they went outside and, then, saw what the world was"really" like.This is the reason that giving away warm, soft fleeces hardly everhappens, anymore -- and usually not in public. But it does happen!Here and there, time and again. And who knows... one day...?Servus beinander!
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to nie ma juz zadnego sensu ...jak sie ktos nie potrafi trzymac zadnych granic trzymac nie potrafi i nie chce
... moze to przeczytasz moze nie ...
alee zycze Ci milych transmisji ... calowanie innych kobiet .. czekanie na Ogarnieta itd itd ... rob sobie co chcesz ...
ale jedno Ci powiem jeszcze ... caly czas sie mnie pytales czy jestem Twoja kobieta jak bylismy sami ... a jak wchodziles na su to sie nie potrafiles albo nie chciales zachowywac jak ktos kto jest w zwiazku ... heh ...wiem wiem ... show jest show ... to masz swoje show ... ja mam dosc tego Twojego show.daty poczatku ...
daty pocztaku nie znamy .. ale konca tak.slucham sobie piosneki i z Toba zegnam Babcie ...
ja nie potrafie jak wiem ze Ci zle
... wtedy moj swiat tez jest smutny :(
:(
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2gCt5dkgWw
... z Toba zegnam Babcie ...PON 18.04.17
-- aufräumen WZ Küche
-- Gardinstangen bestellen
-- baden
-- ZähneTO DO
-- aufräumen WZ Küche
-- Gardinstangen bestellen
-- baden
-- Zähnebrum brum ... 21.marzec 2017
.. po 5 latach marudzenia siedze i trzymam kciuki :D mocnooooooo bardzo :)[*][*][*]
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22.02 --- 24.02 luty 4 lata
... juz 4 rok od momentu gdy ...
zawsze ten czas bede pamietac co tak wszystko odmienil.24.02.1017 .. pierwsza jazda :)
13.30 pierwszy raz siadamy do autka .. oczywiscie w kasku .. i brum brum ...:)moje prawko w koncu :D 22.02.2017
... po tylu latach .... trzymam kciuckiiiiiii :D mocno trzymam .... :)14 listopad 2016
.. na chwilke zamknac oczy i utopic sie w marzeniach
...
marzenia to nie cele
!!!obiecanka nr xx od Mateusza :)
" no to wrocilem i juz zostane " :) - 10.11.201626/27 pazdiernik
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moze ona Ci wiecej szczescia da niz ja to potrafilam11.10.2016
.. nic sie nie zmienilo
... nic a nic ...
:(skopiowac jeszcze raz zeby byla aktualna data
heh .. o tamtych wpisach zapomnialam nawet .. tez mialam potrzebe sie wygadania aleee mi to tez przypomnialo jak sie czulam ... duzo rzeczy czlowiek zapomina jak nie chce pamietac ... ale niewazne to co bylo .. i nie czytaj tam tylko dwa ostatni wpisy .. i to ten dolny jako pierwszy ... niestety ale braklo mi miejsca na literki ale to chyba tez normalka u mniesdada
ze piszesz do kogos kto przez pol roku staral Cie skrzywdzic gdzie sie tylko dalo ... siedzial godzinami i wysmiewala sie z Ciebie z kazdej Twojej zyciowej sytuacji co tylko mogl ... podpuszczala Cie zebys sam robil z siebie posmiewisko .. starala Cie skompromitowac przed ludzmi z su (oki malo wazne) ale i przedemna (nie dala rady) .. starala sie zeby kazdy sie z Ciebie smial .. im wiecej tym lepiej ..prywatne rzeczy z Twojego zycia ... nawet Twoje uczucia rozgadywala i sie z tego smiala .. w koncu mialo byc wesolo .. ktory podal Twoje dane co dla mnie akuratnie malo wazne jest .. i dobrze wiesz ze nie posunal sie dalej tylko dlatego ze sie Ciebie bal ze Ty zrobisz cos "gorszego" ... byla choragiewka i raz mowila tak na drugi raz inaczej .. dawala Ci wine za wszystko .. za to ze tracila internetowe kolezanki .. za to ze wyzywala ludzi .. za to ze zycie jej popsules .. marnowala z Toba czas i bardzo tego zaluje - tak mowila .. i odpowiedz sobie teraz sam na pytanie: na takiej znajomosci Ci zalezy?? .. taka osobe lubisz?? ... z taka osoba chcesz spedzac swoj czas?? ... jezeli odpowiedziales TAK to ... to teraz zapytaj sie swojego serduszka gdzie sa Twoje zasady ... ale moze ja sie myle ... i moze jeste glupia .. moze masz racje ze tacy ludzi sa warci zeby utrzymac przyjazn z nimi ... a te rzeczy co tu pisalam to bylo tylko co z Toba robila .. bo innych tez traktowala jak nic jak sobie przypomne jak traktowala tuttti i nawet jej ojca co ja przygarna jak byla w potrzebie i powinna byc wdzieczna .. moze mam naprawde dziwne podejscie do zycia .. jezeli twierdze ze taka osoba nie zasluguje na nic ... moze masz racje ... ze wlasnie u takich osob trzeba dbac zeby kontakt nie zanikl .. ze trzeba dwonic za nimi i zdawac relacje o su ... moze u takich osob trzeba dbac zeby nie zapomnialy o kims .. moze takich ludzi powinno sie miec przy sobie .. heh moze moze ... ale to ja osobiescie wole byc sama niz tracic 1 minute mojego zycia na nich ... Ty myslisz inaczej .. tylko nie wiem dlaczego ... gdzie jest ten Mateusz co by taka osoba "pognal" a nie za nia dzwonil??
dgshahs
smieciem bez zasad i honoru Cie nazwala kilka razy ta Twoja Edytka ... oki dla mnie smieciem nie jestes ... nie byles i nie bedziesz ... ale fakt faktem to ze z nia rozmawiasz i jej jak to nazywasz "wybaczyles" to mi pokazalo ze sie mylilam i ze masz wiecej troche tych zasad tzn ze sie ich trzymasz bo jak sie czlowiek brzydzi jakiegos typu czlowieka tzn jakis cech charakteru od kogos to sie nimi brzydzi .. jak ktos by na kogos umial pluc to ... nie kocha go za 5 min tylko dlatego ze ta osoba przyjdzie i sie odezwie ... i fakt nie rusza mnie to tak jak kiedys ale ciagle mysle nad tym bo probuje to zrozumiec dlaczego jak chodzi o nia tak zmieniasz swoje podejscie do zycia ... to co kiedys mi bardzo w Tobie imponowalo to .. nagle nie ma tego ... i wiesz pisze to jak jest miedzy nami dobrze ... jak rozmawiamy ze soba ... bo musze bo chce zrozumiec ... i fakt faktem ze na sama mysl ze robisz sobie przerwe w pracy i piszesz do mnie troszke jak tam Ci idzie robota a pozniej logujesz sie na facebook zeby zobaczyc co napisala kolezanka i jej tez napisac ze baranek sie sciany trzyma to .. dla mnie to okropne i nie zrozumiale jest ... i wiem ze jak Ci to pokaze jak mysle to bedziesz zly i obrazano na mnie ... alee ja Mateusz czasami musze powiedziec co mysle ... narazie tego nie wysylam bo chce pogadac o tym .. moze mi wytlumaczysz i moze zrozumie dlaczego tak Ci zalezy na pisaniu z nia ... narazie mam takie uczucie ze bedziesz z nia pisal ciagle dopuki ona nie zmieni swojego zycia i Cie nie oleje poprostu ... wtedy bedzie koniec z Wasza znajomoscia ... ale to zalezy tylko od niej bo Ty - pomimo Twoich zasad i pomimo tego ze chciales- nie jestes w stanie tego zakonczyc .. i to jest okropne .. to czy Ty z nia rozmawiasz czy nie to miedzy nami nic nie zmieni juz ... kiedys powiedzialam Ci - pomysl nad soba nad tym co chcesz ... i miales wybor ... ja albo ona ... dobrze wiesz co wybrales i nawet jak gadalismy ze soba pozniej ... bo ja nie ukrywam tego ze mi zalezy na Tobie jako na czlowieku i tesknie za Toba nawet jak to jest na necie ... to czegos brakowalo miedzy nami przez to ze pobiegles do niej ... brakowalo tej bliskosci .. tego co bylo kiedys .. ona byla miedzy nami ... i sa rzeczy co sie nie da zmienic juz .. ale wiesz nastepnym razem jak bedziesz do niej dzwonil i pisal i szukal jej obecnosci to sobie pomysl ...
w koncu wybor i jasnosc -
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