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i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us
i hope we come up with a failsafe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight
and i hope we hang on past the last exit
i hope it’s already too late
and i hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down
and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
and i never come back to this town again in my life
i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife
and i hope you die
i hope we both die

i hope i cut myself shaving tomorrow
i  hope it bleeds all day long
our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
i hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
and i hope you blink before i do
yeah i hope i never get sober
and i hope when you think of me years down the line you can’t find one good thing to say
and i hope that if i found the strength to walk out you’d stay the hell out of my way
i am drowning
there is no sign of land
you are coming down with me
hand in unlovable hand
and i hope you die
i hope we both die

[mountain goats. no children]

i do this thing where i think i’m real sick. but i won’t go to the doctor to find out about it
cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
as they chart up your insides and put them on display
they’d see all of it, all of me, all of it

oh, you’re almost home.
i’ve been waiting for you to come in.
dancing around in your old suits going crazy in your room again.
i think i’ll go out an embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down in
the street.
you say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me.
maybe you’re right.

it’s all of the good that won’t come out of me
and how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust if i don’t tell you quick.
standing here on this frozen lake.

(all the good that won’t come out)

and sometimes when you’re on
you’re really fuckin on
and your friends they sing along
and they love you
but the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fucking cheap
and it teases you for weeks in its absence
but you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
you’ll fake it if you have to
and you’ll show up for work with a smile
you’ll be better
and you’ll be smarter
and more grown up and a better daughter or son
and a real good friend
and you’ll be awake
you’ll be alert
you’ll be positive though it hurts
and you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
and you’ll be a real good listener
you’ll be honest
you’ll be brave
you’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
you’ll be happy

(a better son/daughter)

i used to think if i could realize i’d die
then i would be a lot nicer
used to believe in a lot more
now i just see straight ahead

that’s not to say i don’t have good times
but as for my days
i spend them waiting

(science vs. romance)

♥ ♥ ♥

viel besser als lernen: babysocken stricken!

linkes drittel des bücherregals

1. rocko schamoni - risiko des ruhms
2. todd pruzan / favell lee mortimer - the clumsiest people in europe
3. iris hanika - treffen sich zwei
4. emily brontë - sturmhöhe
5. j.d. moehringer - tender bar
6. gabriel garcia márquez  - von der liebe und anderen dämonen
7. gabriel garcia márquez  - 100 jahre einsamkeit
8. sophokles - antigone
9. sophokles - könig ödipus
10. william shakespeare - der widerspenstigen zähmung
11. william shakespeare - was ihr wollt
12. gottfried keller - der grüne heinrich
13. heinrich v. kleist  - der zerbrochne krug
14. g. e. lessing - emilia galotti
15. friedrich hebbel - maria magdalena
16. j. m. r. lenz - die soldaten
17. august strindberg - der vater
18. august strindberg - ein traumspiel
19. j. w. v. goethe - wilhelm meisters lehrjahre
20. j. w. v. goethe - wilhelm meisters wanderjahre
21. j. w. v. goethe - götz von berlichingen
22. ian kershaw - hitler
23. haruki murakami - hard-boiled wonderland
24. charles baudelaire - die blumen des bösen (d/fr)
25. michel houellebecq - die möglichkeit einer insel
26. jasper fforde - something rotten
27. jane austen - emma (d/e)
28. dorota masłowska - schneeweiß und russenrot
29. harry mulisch - das steinerne brautbett
30. charlotte brontë - jane eyre (d/e)
31. clemens meyer - als wir träumten
32. sven regener - herr lehmann
33. stendhal - rot & schwarz
34. helmut krausser - eros
35. roger willemsen - kleine lichter
36. siri hustvedt - was ich liebte
37. martin amis - koba der schreckliche
38. simon sebag montefiore - der junge stalin
39. cordt schnibben  - i can’t get no
40. saša stanišić - wie der soldat das grammophon repariert
41. orhan pamuk - schnee
42. erich kästner - der zauberlehrling

der erste teil der großen menge ungelesener bücher, die sich in den letzten jahren im regal angesammelt haben. zu wenig zeit, aber haben wollen. klar.

die aufgabe für die nächsten monate wird sein, wenigstens eines oder zwei bücher pro monat zu lesen.
mitte februar dann semesterferien. vielleicht schaff ich dann auch mal drei. ha.