Last year’s sand is this year’s salt.

Yes yes yes yes yes! My favourite band-who-basically-sings-about-sex-and-war-all-the-time has released a new album. In Soviet Russia (and elsewhere, I guess) people call it Liebe Ist Für Alle Da.
/me loves it. And you can TOUCH it! (for accidental by-passers: not you, I regret)

Lo and behold!

It's soooo shiny!

My favourite track right from the beginning is Haifisch.
More of that later. First I give you a special bonus treat. Spooky Dusty-pics! (I am so not in a Halloween-mood right now… but… oh well. *g*)

So there you go. Listen to whatever you want, cuddle or don’t. If you want you can even click this:

Hate me for it, but I love them.

Keep swimming,

Secrets

No one gets what he deserves…

you just get what you get.

I like that line of thought.

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I can explain this

Cuuuuute!

This happens when you leave Secrets with the assignment to “create a birthday card in Photoshop”.

(for a 35-year-old co-worker, that is.)

I thereafter officially lost my title of office Goth.

It’s … just me, I guess.

Yours truly,

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of faith, power and glory

I really like VNV Nation’s new album. I also really like the fact that I didn’t know about it until today. Surprise auditive joy, yay.

To hook you up:

and

Ah, music! *listens*
Have a good day, you all. *hugs*

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Salvia officinalis per domo

Hai thar!
Do you remember Pirate Leg Johnny?

Today, one of his relatives came over to visit, took a break on my salvia plant and was kind enough to be inquisited by my camera and myself.

Enjoy.

I'd call that a grashopper. But I'm sure some of you know better.

for you who want anatomically informative photos.

Let’s hope Greenie stays a while. Or returns after the rain tonight.

Hope you like the pics.

Love and …go green!

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ARGH.

Gnah. Gnah. Gnah. Gnah. Gnah. Gnah. Gnah. Gnah.

<– Das passiert mit meinem Sprachzentrum, wenn ich nicht genug Schlaf habe. Es ist viel viel VIEL zu heiß, werte Leserschaft. Und daß sich Schlafmangel positiv auf meine Stimmung auswirkt kann ich auch nicht behaupten.

Aber… ach, genug gesudert es wird ja wieder kühler. Mit ohne nix am Körper Pfefferminztee zu trinken kann in der Morgendämmerung auch einiges.

*schlürf*

Ich bin unterwegs nach Bad Goisern um Kinders(tm) mit Chartsmucke zu illuminieren. Das Mörchenlied bildet sicher einen intellektuellen Kontrapunkt in meiner Playlist. Bin aber zuversichtlich, daß das im Endeffekt auf Zustimmung treffen wird.

The musings of an amateur DJane. *g*

Bis bald meine Lieben.

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Peace through superior fire power.

Oh, wie ich die Zivilisation liebe!

Bis mein Körper auch den letzten Rest des Gelsengifts abgebaut hat, vergnügt Euch mit den Bildern der Schlacht zu Marchegg.

Mag nicht mehr schreiben heute, Bilder sind besser – und es werden noch mehr folgen.

Durch den Pulverdampf sieht das alles wie gemalt aus, finde ich. Sehr A, wie so mancher nun sagen würde. *grins*

Es hat Spaß gemacht Ich mag heut nimmer. Mag Bett und mag Schokolade und was ich sonst noch an dem Wochenende mochte und machte sag ich Euch ein andermal.
Genießt die Bilder derweil.

*pazifistische Umarmungen*

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@~

…wherever that is.

Thank you

Thank you

Thank you

Klagenfurt. For the sun and the stars and the days and the nights and the in-between too.

Kisses,

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In silent remembrance

Dedicated to the man that first made me want to dance and act all theatrical. I was six and the AKG headphones were so oversized.

Love,

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Heroin(e)

Walking down the streets at night
I see her stumbling through the rain
a skinny figure in the dark
her face a shade of grey

Begging here and barking there
she’s swearing all the time
her fingers fumbling with her hair
a dirty mess of grime

and she starts to cry and she’s asking why
her life’s always the same
but she does not see, that unfortunately
there’s no one here to blame

Heroin, she said, was the best I had
no more mountains left to climb.
the world’s so slow, all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time.

She grabs my arm and I feel alarmed
her fingers gripping tight
I see her pleading eyes so I start to disguise
and say, that everything’s alright.

and the reason why I pretended and lied
is that I don’t want to kill
the poor dream that’s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will.

Heroin, she said, was the best I had
no more mountains left to climb.
oh the world’s so slow, all my dreams just too high
to be fulfilled in time.

I am missing you once again and forever, Anita.

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