The Muse knocked on my door
Yes, today I am again a little creative and have written this short text.
I do not say much now. Read it easy and leave comments;)
Tenderly she touched him, held him firmly on both sides. He felt the heat rising within him, the warmth that he felt whenever he was with her. He knew that they had no future together, that it is only exploited. He had resigned. He enjoyed the few minutes they daily had. This feeling of being used was certainly not beautiful. But her gentle touch to feel to be ... It was worth it.
you had to feel the heat rising, as she turned from him to open the window. He wanted to say something, but he remained silent and watched her angelic steps. Now they
was again before him and smiled. Whether she smiled at him, or this is just a reaction to the television, was the running in the background, he did not know it.
She touched him on his left arm too short and pulled him closer to himself. He could not hold back any longer. He felt hot liquid spurted out of him. Would equal it will be over. He was so incredibly hot, the white liquid rose continually in him. and she watched him spellbound with her beautiful blue eyes.
He enjoyed the last few seconds with her, felt her hands again. With a deft movement she freed him from his hot, white liquid.
The cool washcloth slipped through their hands and on his black skin, slowly cooled.
It was over. She would always make it as clean. They always did. It was part of her daily ritual. Like every day she would leave him then just stand. Alone with his feelings for her, he probably can never put into words would. He loved her, he knew. Even though he knew she would never feel for him.
you would still use it daily, touch it, leave again. Until he would become a burden. And at some point they would throw him if he had retired. If they had found someone new. It made him so very sad.
because he was just a pot and she needed just hot milk. No more, no less.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Compression Shirt Breast Cancer
Merry Christmas everyone!
I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
Have not written anything touching side tonight. Do not ask me how I come to such bullshit, let's just say I was very inspired ;-) Bizarre and bloody, the way you like to have it. If you film. Maybe I'll write another version. We'll see.
Here they stood under the mistletoe. It was the cliche but in this moment, it did not care. He moved towards her and bent down slowly to her. Was that one of those moments that you otherwise only known from movies?
She could feel her heart beat faster and faster. "My heart beats to the neck." She whispered. He smiled. "This is quite normal." She clutched at his throat. "No, seriously, my heart ..." She felt something slowly crept up her neck. "As long as It you do not jumping out of his mouth ... "he joked and watched amused as they began to cough.
"This is not funny! Something is wrong! "She gasped and fell to the ground. She choked, anything you fired the air. Liquid shot straight from her mouth onto the carpet. To her horror, it was blood.
Now he was restless. He had counted on each reaction. But certainly not that. Again choked and coughed them, a gush of blood from her mouth and shot landed a dark mass with a thud on the carpet. The mass was moving, suggested in a regular rhythm. "What the ... .!?!" he began. She drew back a little. Since it was
. Your heart. Outside of her body. Bizarre.
"Um ... How do you feel? You all right? "He asked. Something much better him not. She put her head slightly askew, looking up at him. "Pretty good actually. A little dizzy, obviously because of the loss of blood. "She tapped his index finger against her heart. "And now," she said this. "I mean, we should call a doctor?" "It's your heart, you tell me." She raised her heart to the ground. "Well, but because of you I've lost my heart, so really it's your fault." "Oh, do not look as if not you would have wanted," he grinned.
She rolled a bit irritated eyes and walked past him into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He asked and followed. "It's been dropped, I'm clean." They dug a sieve out of the closet, got into a bloody heart and held it under the cold water from the tap. He appeared close behind her. The heart beat faster in the sink. Again he had to grin: "Interesting ..." She blushed. "Um ... Well ... That's only because of the cold water." "Yes ... of course. The water. "
Any normal person would be turned over at the sight of a human, heart beating in the sink, had begun to . Cry But the two apparently saw it as totally normal. Could happen again.
"Whether I should just swallow again," she asked, fascinated looking at the red meat crowd. "It is quite large. Maybe you choke in the attempt. Or do you bite on it by accident and kill yourself but also it lands in the stomach, if you runterschluckst. As yet but it should not go. "He warned. "You're right, that would be rather suboptimal. Hmmm ... I have a better idea ... "She reached in to get to the top kitchen shelf approach. She pulled a white tupperware box with a blue lid off the shelf. "You do not mean such ? One uppern "he asked incredulously. "Do you have a better idea? It seems a shame to not obvious that it is not in my body and also holds Tupperware's all fresh, or not? If not, I'll sue the company. "She put it in the can and closed it with the lid. Then she handed him the can ". Here," "What do I do with it" "You know that I always lose everything?. With you it would be better "
She pressed the can with the beating heart in his hand and whispered close to his ear." My heart now belongs to you "
I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
Have not written anything touching side tonight. Do not ask me how I come to such bullshit, let's just say I was very inspired ;-) Bizarre and bloody, the way you like to have it. If you film. Maybe I'll write another version. We'll see.
Here they stood under the mistletoe. It was the cliche but in this moment, it did not care. He moved towards her and bent down slowly to her. Was that one of those moments that you otherwise only known from movies?
She could feel her heart beat faster and faster. "My heart beats to the neck." She whispered. He smiled. "This is quite normal." She clutched at his throat. "No, seriously, my heart ..." She felt something slowly crept up her neck. "As long as It you do not jumping out of his mouth ... "he joked and watched amused as they began to cough.
"This is not funny! Something is wrong! "She gasped and fell to the ground. She choked, anything you fired the air. Liquid shot straight from her mouth onto the carpet. To her horror, it was blood.
Now he was restless. He had counted on each reaction. But certainly not that. Again choked and coughed them, a gush of blood from her mouth and shot landed a dark mass with a thud on the carpet. The mass was moving, suggested in a regular rhythm. "What the ... .!?!" he began. She drew back a little. Since it was
. Your heart. Outside of her body. Bizarre.
"Um ... How do you feel? You all right? "He asked. Something much better him not. She put her head slightly askew, looking up at him. "Pretty good actually. A little dizzy, obviously because of the loss of blood. "She tapped his index finger against her heart. "And now," she said this. "I mean, we should call a doctor?" "It's your heart, you tell me." She raised her heart to the ground. "Well, but because of you I've lost my heart, so really it's your fault." "Oh, do not look as if not you would have wanted," he grinned.
She rolled a bit irritated eyes and walked past him into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He asked and followed. "It's been dropped, I'm clean." They dug a sieve out of the closet, got into a bloody heart and held it under the cold water from the tap. He appeared close behind her. The heart beat faster in the sink. Again he had to grin: "Interesting ..." She blushed. "Um ... Well ... That's only because of the cold water." "Yes ... of course. The water. "
Any normal person would be turned over at the sight of a human, heart beating in the sink, had begun to . Cry But the two apparently saw it as totally normal. Could happen again.
"Whether I should just swallow again," she asked, fascinated looking at the red meat crowd. "It is quite large. Maybe you choke in the attempt. Or do you bite on it by accident and kill yourself but also it lands in the stomach, if you runterschluckst. As yet but it should not go. "He warned. "You're right, that would be rather suboptimal. Hmmm ... I have a better idea ... "She reached in to get to the top kitchen shelf approach. She pulled a white tupperware box with a blue lid off the shelf. "You do not mean such ? One uppern "he asked incredulously. "Do you have a better idea? It seems a shame to not obvious that it is not in my body and also holds Tupperware's all fresh, or not? If not, I'll sue the company. "She put it in the can and closed it with the lid. Then she handed him the can ". Here," "What do I do with it" "You know that I always lose everything?. With you it would be better "
She pressed the can with the beating heart in his hand and whispered close to his ear." My heart now belongs to you "
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Western Wording For Programs
Burgfest
On has provisionally my last tour I am finally carried off to the Schladming Tauern. My actually planning to use the solid high-pressure window of 4 days for exceeding the Lungau the Hochgolling, the Griffins mountain and big-game point was, unfortunately zugschneit. On Hochgolling was reported to Landlord half a meter of snow. For this reason, I've decided to only the Greifenberg go.
(first view of the Hochgolling; look back to Untertal)
(Gollinghütte, waterfall, Gehzeitverschlechterer everywhere)
When arriving I have to annoy me first about the parking fee of 10 € at the end of Untertal - in my opinion a pretty racket. 1.5 hours later I'm on the Gollinghütte and approved me another beer soup and 2 for a better sleep. With the fixed intention to get up at 3 in order to be grasping at sunrise on a mountain, I put myself into the camp. Looking out the window at 3:15, however, leaves me the courage - complete darkness in which we see only the snow-capped peaks and the moon. At 4:45, I think it will still no longer and I am for the first time alone with head torch on its way. The feeling is quite overwhelming. In light of the headlamp you can see the path quite well, but the markings are only visible as bright stripes - the crossing of streams reflects the water is haunted and you can not really tell how deep this really are. From time to time I encounter mysterious pairs of eyes turn out on closer inspection as a horse or chamois.
(further way from the Gollinghütte; 4:55 Pitch Black)
(high mountain feeling, Dawn of the roof stone)
After about 1.5 hours walk in complete darkness the dawn appeared over the roof stone, and after another fifteen minutes of Hochgolling is already in the sunshine. Meanwhile, I notice that I have struck when searching for route in the dark quite a pace, and that me is soon getting longer driven to be accepted. The climb up a scree gully on the Griffins saddle stretches an eternity.
(gravel channel; kasweiß)
Am I'm gripping saddle between the stunning views and the freezing cold that goes right through me and leg out - torn. Wrapped in Buff, gloves and jacket, I trudge the last few meters by a relatively large amount of snow on Access the mountain.
(gripping saddle - obviously freezing cold)
(the highest lake in the Schladming Tauern, Hochgolling north wall)
(Pöllerhöhe, upper Klafferkessel)
(Klafferschneide; Hohe Tauern)
(7:50 am lonely Greifenberg and insured agency on descent)
grabs me at the summit and despite frosty relations Photowut I grab my card from the top associate in the environment can be. after 20 minutes but I am so cold that I'm quickly back on track. On the descent to the Klafferkesseln there are short assured places, otherwise the path largely unspectacular. In the Klafferkesseln I take a little detour to the width of saddle in the direction of the French horn. There begin to feel quite powerful, the French horn to pack too, but luckily the reason wins over ambition. Back at the top Klaffersee I pick a sunny Platzerl and pack my breakfast read out, after another hour I meet nice and slow, the first people who come from the Preintalerhütte.
(Wintervorboten; cold water - cold clear water)
(photos of photos, turn to the French horn)
(ice formations; short detour towards the French horn)
The route through the scenic Klafferkessel is really very rewarding and the further descent towards Preintalerhütte takes on the basis of x blueberry shrubs significantly longer than planned. On arrival at the lodge begins my next inner conflict - go home or sleep, and tomorrow at the big game place? After intensive deliberations wins my troubled digestion and I make my way to the valley.
(Untertal; Hochwildstelle with South Ridge)
(second turnoff to the French horn; Bach to Preintalerhütte)
(Preintalerhütte; Directory)
walk an eternity while I go straight to a forest and is also the new path through the Riesachklamm not necessarily excite me more. Back at the parking lot, I'm glad to go over my decision to go home.
(Riesachklamm)
(Summit View)
On has provisionally my last tour I am finally carried off to the Schladming Tauern. My actually planning to use the solid high-pressure window of 4 days for exceeding the Lungau the Hochgolling, the Griffins mountain and big-game point was, unfortunately zugschneit. On Hochgolling was reported to Landlord half a meter of snow. For this reason, I've decided to only the Greifenberg go.
(first view of the Hochgolling; look back to Untertal)
(Gollinghütte, waterfall, Gehzeitverschlechterer everywhere)
When arriving I have to annoy me first about the parking fee of 10 € at the end of Untertal - in my opinion a pretty racket. 1.5 hours later I'm on the Gollinghütte and approved me another beer soup and 2 for a better sleep. With the fixed intention to get up at 3 in order to be grasping at sunrise on a mountain, I put myself into the camp. Looking out the window at 3:15, however, leaves me the courage - complete darkness in which we see only the snow-capped peaks and the moon. At 4:45, I think it will still no longer and I am for the first time alone with head torch on its way. The feeling is quite overwhelming. In light of the headlamp you can see the path quite well, but the markings are only visible as bright stripes - the crossing of streams reflects the water is haunted and you can not really tell how deep this really are. From time to time I encounter mysterious pairs of eyes turn out on closer inspection as a horse or chamois.
(further way from the Gollinghütte; 4:55 Pitch Black)
(high mountain feeling, Dawn of the roof stone)
After about 1.5 hours walk in complete darkness the dawn appeared over the roof stone, and after another fifteen minutes of Hochgolling is already in the sunshine. Meanwhile, I notice that I have struck when searching for route in the dark quite a pace, and that me is soon getting longer driven to be accepted. The climb up a scree gully on the Griffins saddle stretches an eternity.
(gravel channel; kasweiß)
Am I'm gripping saddle between the stunning views and the freezing cold that goes right through me and leg out - torn. Wrapped in Buff, gloves and jacket, I trudge the last few meters by a relatively large amount of snow on Access the mountain.
(gripping saddle - obviously freezing cold)
(the highest lake in the Schladming Tauern, Hochgolling north wall)
(Pöllerhöhe, upper Klafferkessel)
(Klafferschneide; Hohe Tauern)
(7:50 am lonely Greifenberg and insured agency on descent)
grabs me at the summit and despite frosty relations Photowut I grab my card from the top associate in the environment can be. after 20 minutes but I am so cold that I'm quickly back on track. On the descent to the Klafferkesseln there are short assured places, otherwise the path largely unspectacular. In the Klafferkesseln I take a little detour to the width of saddle in the direction of the French horn. There begin to feel quite powerful, the French horn to pack too, but luckily the reason wins over ambition. Back at the top Klaffersee I pick a sunny Platzerl and pack my breakfast read out, after another hour I meet nice and slow, the first people who come from the Preintalerhütte.
(Wintervorboten; cold water - cold clear water)
(photos of photos, turn to the French horn)
(ice formations; short detour towards the French horn)
The route through the scenic Klafferkessel is really very rewarding and the further descent towards Preintalerhütte takes on the basis of x blueberry shrubs significantly longer than planned. On arrival at the lodge begins my next inner conflict - go home or sleep, and tomorrow at the big game place? After intensive deliberations wins my troubled digestion and I make my way to the valley.
(Untertal; Hochwildstelle with South Ridge)
(second turnoff to the French horn; Bach to Preintalerhütte)
(Preintalerhütte; Directory)
walk an eternity while I go straight to a forest and is also the new path through the Riesachklamm not necessarily excite me more. Back at the parking lot, I'm glad to go over my decision to go home.
(Riesachklamm)
(Summit View)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Best Way To Clean Boat Seats
God of the weather forecast
Our planned trip to the new Shea Mountain Climbing did not work for various reasons. First, Elias pours versehenltich Milking machine in one eye and it is fortunately no lasting injuries. Can then Mark and Silvia - understandably - do not go along. Ingo and I decide to go to anyway. Just before the break I find that my thesis now, FINALLY! fit and that I can leave the tie part. Then I need to make a few corrections, and high speed we drive 1.5 hours off later than planned. As we move first on a long forest road through the last piece of the Almtal and then rush in the 1000 Hm pack escarpment to Welser hut, we are increasingly pleased that we have started later - the sun is also in the evening ordenltich gas. On the climb I'm seriously excited about my new bladder - instead of constantly stopping every half hour by pouring water down fast now I can finally suck then throughout the tour.
(Schermberg north wall, just before Ingo Welser Hütte)
(Almtalerköpfl with Schermberg in the background; hut Churchill)
enjoy at the lodge we Welser a fantastic sunset and pop us 3 beers for a better night's sleep inside. Because of the uncertain weather forecast for the next day we set our alarm for 4:45. In the middle of the night we are awakened by the wind of at least half the acoustically Welser Hütte sweeps away and already seem to bring rain. When you first look out the door at quarter to five we see, instead of the hoped-stars, just fog, darkness, and wet rocks. Thus, confirming the nocturnal fears - the Schermberg climbing this year will be no more be. Because the sleeping anyway seems impossible, we pack our stuff and have breakfast in the dining room. At 6 clock the weather is already a little better and we decide at the very least to the butcher's saddle between tidal creek and Schermberg go.
(perfect location for sunset)
(Starting in the dark, while meat Bank)
On butcher's seat is first made up the brushing and then assessed the weather critical. lie is in close reach of both the large Priel (1h) and the Temlberg (time?). After some discussion we decide to Temlberg address - all in there is great probability that we will approach in the near future, the tidal creek on the Rinesch Climbing
(because ... ma san sows kane: morning routine with useful views)
(sinkholes as far as the eye; Temlberg)
(hydration: at last, and Priel Spitzmauer)
Not difficult, but poor marks on it goes through the karst plateau full of sinkholes to Temlbergsattel. From there, looking from the top of Temlbergs only after a cat Hupfer. On the ascent we deposit our backpacks for a time along the way and overcome it in easy climbing the last few meters. At the summit we are already in high density patches of fog. In order not to fall on the high plateau in fog, we shoot a short summit photo, scribble something in the faded, tattered summit book and make us right back on the way down.
In order to escape
the weather front approaching behind the Dachstein (Temlbergsattel; Summit Temlberg)
(Release;?; Christian kitsch)
(descent weather front) we place on the plateau again at a walk and stand a short time later at the butcher's saddle, and subsequently at the Wels hut. The descent from there due to the design of path rather knee-friendly, and after 2 hours we are back to the car when Almtalerhaus.
Our planned trip to the new Shea Mountain Climbing did not work for various reasons. First, Elias pours versehenltich Milking machine in one eye and it is fortunately no lasting injuries. Can then Mark and Silvia - understandably - do not go along. Ingo and I decide to go to anyway. Just before the break I find that my thesis now, FINALLY! fit and that I can leave the tie part. Then I need to make a few corrections, and high speed we drive 1.5 hours off later than planned. As we move first on a long forest road through the last piece of the Almtal and then rush in the 1000 Hm pack escarpment to Welser hut, we are increasingly pleased that we have started later - the sun is also in the evening ordenltich gas. On the climb I'm seriously excited about my new bladder - instead of constantly stopping every half hour by pouring water down fast now I can finally suck then throughout the tour.
(Schermberg north wall, just before Ingo Welser Hütte)
(Almtalerköpfl with Schermberg in the background; hut Churchill)
enjoy at the lodge we Welser a fantastic sunset and pop us 3 beers for a better night's sleep inside. Because of the uncertain weather forecast for the next day we set our alarm for 4:45. In the middle of the night we are awakened by the wind of at least half the acoustically Welser Hütte sweeps away and already seem to bring rain. When you first look out the door at quarter to five we see, instead of the hoped-stars, just fog, darkness, and wet rocks. Thus, confirming the nocturnal fears - the Schermberg climbing this year will be no more be. Because the sleeping anyway seems impossible, we pack our stuff and have breakfast in the dining room. At 6 clock the weather is already a little better and we decide at the very least to the butcher's saddle between tidal creek and Schermberg go.
(perfect location for sunset)
(Starting in the dark, while meat Bank)
On butcher's seat is first made up the brushing and then assessed the weather critical. lie is in close reach of both the large Priel (1h) and the Temlberg (time?). After some discussion we decide to Temlberg address - all in there is great probability that we will approach in the near future, the tidal creek on the Rinesch Climbing
(because ... ma san sows kane: morning routine with useful views)
(sinkholes as far as the eye; Temlberg)
(hydration: at last, and Priel Spitzmauer)
Not difficult, but poor marks on it goes through the karst plateau full of sinkholes to Temlbergsattel. From there, looking from the top of Temlbergs only after a cat Hupfer. On the ascent we deposit our backpacks for a time along the way and overcome it in easy climbing the last few meters. At the summit we are already in high density patches of fog. In order not to fall on the high plateau in fog, we shoot a short summit photo, scribble something in the faded, tattered summit book and make us right back on the way down.
In order to escape
the weather front approaching behind the Dachstein (Temlbergsattel; Summit Temlberg)
(Release;?; Christian kitsch)
(descent weather front) we place on the plateau again at a walk and stand a short time later at the butcher's saddle, and subsequently at the Wels hut. The descent from there due to the design of path rather knee-friendly, and after 2 hours we are back to the car when Almtalerhaus.
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