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It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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Zagdil schrieb:
Wer hätte gedacht was aus dem "Ich heiße Buktus, komme aus Oldenburg und schlage gerne Frauen"-User in den nächsten Jahren wird? -
Ich sitz’ mit meinem Teddybär im Schlafanzug
Um Mitternacht vorm krieselnden TV
Reiß die alten Kisten aus dem Keller auf
Und blas von alten Bändern den Staub
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It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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1blaze
Zagdil schrieb:
Wer hätte gedacht was aus dem "Ich heiße Buktus, komme aus Oldenburg und schlage gerne Frauen"-User in den nächsten Jahren wird? -
and combined with this image of what we should be doing there comes the inability to read or appreciate anybody who does something entirely different.
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Duuuuuude I remember watching this while I was on shrooms, and the entire time I was thinking that Jerry Garcias hair looked like a bird trying to escape his head
1blaze
Zagdil schrieb:
Wer hätte gedacht was aus dem "Ich heiße Buktus, komme aus Oldenburg und schlage gerne Frauen"-User in den nächsten Jahren wird? -
and combined with this image of what we should be doing there comes the inability to read or appreciate anybody who does something entirely different.
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"There comes a moment when creation ceases to be tragic, it is simply taken seriously. Then the person deals with hope, but hope is not his task. His task is to turn away from excuses."
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[8:45 PM] WhineTraube: Ich gucke keine twitchhoes
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and combined with this image of what we should be doing there comes the inability to read or appreciate anybody who does something entirely different.
MATLOK siGNAtuRtriGGer -
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It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
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and combined with this image of what we should be doing there comes the inability to read or appreciate anybody who does something entirely different.
MATLOK siGNAtuRtriGGer -
wie machen sie es immer wiederIt is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer alone, in hunger, in poverty, in hope, we know our brotherhood. We know it, because we have had to learn it. We know that there is no help for us but from one another, that no hand will save us if we do not reach out our hand. And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give. -
Heinrich von Kleist schrieb:
[...] [D]u hast an mir getan, [...] was in Kräften [...] eines Menschen stand, um mich zu retten: Die Wahrheit ist, daß mich auf Erden nicht zu helfen war.
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