The last of the country must leave the light
you want to kill me.
you want to break my will, crush my brain and make me into a mindless, time-MTV-seeing slave who spends the rest of his life to cleaning station toilets.
My hard drive is corrupted with mathematics, shock frozen with bad Bioklausuren, stamped with films about brain numbing and women in Germany in 1945 to a pulp.
My stomach gets cake from the nice Englischrefrendarin - (hey. just I knew her name yet, so what ...) and Shakespeare's sonnets by Mrs Schuster for my head. In the break I
flit from school to school like a motorized squirrels, or woman Glasmacher, which just keeps on talking-Abimottos.
talks with Pastor Klufft to convert from Catholic to Protestant, which I after high school (it looks like that is never!) Will do.
discussion on Mr. Rehbein's love life, bread and wine and free Dens greetings ("Well you know this despicable and cramped hands shaking!" Peace be with you "- sometimes they hug you too, as if they want to rape you")
Pisa 2! Have
me happy like a fortune cookie. Despise with enthusiasm, the German school system
15 years at the level of primary school children!
glance at my level 13 love me says: 19 year old in kindergarten mild stoned feeling.
I'm going to light the garden gnomes.
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