fall into unnamable
cleaning ladies. So is this: Think through your smallest coherent state of consciousness, and divide this gray 100th size Liquefy the mass and let it seep through a Umgänglichkeitsfilter. The result, you may indicate feeeeeeeern of the IQ of a cleaning woman. - Since April, I now propose me around with women candidates. Here, the Eastern European accent was the least good or a really funny joke, because the strange, throaty Geröchel proved to be the most innocent Valais dialect. But that they thought, after much cleaning and flattering flattery of cute but I could make friends with moonlighting itself? Also, you looked at me as ATM, which can be activated via SMS and on the fly a black loose hundreds of makes. Well well well. For that I'm meeting tons of women from other cultures and can fit my English and my scraps battered Italian. Che razza Tues servitú in questa casa!
Back to Otto Cock, I am getting since January.
To make it clear (for some readers not understand it): the wheelchair plus e-fix was plus seat and back shells I since April, first in the rudest state, then only raw and every few weeks bissl recycled - only, in fact, still have not finished ...
The disposal of the IV for the upper peg (the one for the orthotics will arrive separately) covers a bissl smaller than the amount called for in the offer of Orthoplädie. I do not even remember. What
HUMAN
come for even the idea that I would not conceded anything on my wheelchair? For the gold-studded Fenders and stocked with beads woven silk fabric of unspeakable envy clouded my throne I let my assistants work harder. But the IV that, even the spaaahrt. Namely. I won. Dutifully. Specifically. Effective!
VERN NFTIG Ü!
- And then the push handles not paid. Because of the lottery has a block that is electric drive. I won. Shall decide the conscientious people, who recruit in an effectively operating authority rational considerations.
A friend recently said that it was so quiet around I have become. This is simply the result of all those fancy and all life erasures idiocies that cause nothing, nothing, NOTHING good news. Not about me, it has become quieter, but in me, as a reflection of the perfect Miesepeterei a no-fun-organization, which in turn mirrors the Helvetic rapture.
My phone is broken. The time now but never really funny, because my Fixnetztelefon is still always broke and I can get no help! So I buy the very next day as an electronic Sweden tarts. For instructions of Cablecommaten is joined by a new phone. There, the first thing I save the addresses of my night assistant and my neighbor.
way, I'll start thinking. What a broken series! In return, my back seems to be stabilizing. For weeks I have to go back no more cramps, pain due to the changeover to the new position and the real acupuncture works wonders. A constant medication of muscle relaxants may be relieved by an occasional. The hashish milk I drink but still, for the tastes so good.
My laptop is broken. Volltot. Reanimation impossible.
The wages are paid late, work reports scribbled on papyrus, Payrolls chiseled in stone. A new one is expensive (which rhymes with yes!). ToshibaSonyMacHP? InterDiscount manor Bahnhofstrasse. For instructions on Cablecommat Schwedentörtli and are joined by piles of installation CDs, manuals and quick start instructions. How much one time then spent with background adjustment and securing set and Vista Learning and installation of all that ran under XP but not at stumbles and syncing with mobile phone and so are all aware of the Ratio-kissed people, ie all except those who believe that a wheelchair would never be pushed with a broken electric drive.
even want my clock remains.
But that does not matter. The whole trouble breaks irrelevant to nothing. I must euthanize Kafka. The little guy is hopelessly ill. For hours I bury my face in the lifeless, still pick up of vanilla-scented fur until the messenger from the crematorium my little prince and me to be a new order. A completely empty.
move the values themselves.
Broken appliances, new equipment - not much more than time.
The Fourth less important than the name is short. Words, words, words. Nothing but a bunch Ausserdinglichkeit. Does not the soul. No joy, no liveliness. Not even common sense. One tool, a crutch. Mirror of the Helvetic Society: What will not be seen, but it must support, but not so hard. In the Trinity only just body in the mirror but (ironically) mind and soul.
goes Oh me away with your leichenmodrigen avarice. People will love pushing my wheelchair without your handles.
(To be continued ...)
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