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Thursday, September 30, 2010
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"spirit" of the cliffs
rose slowly her up the rocky path, the sound of the melancholy melody following, which was heard from above, from the top of the cliff, behind which the last remains of the foothills of the storm of last night was stormy sea. The stones, which lay in the shade were still dark with moisture, as the path led through a narrow gap until it finally up again into the light of so early on rather hot burning sun to return. She was
had from an early age about it, it was a well-known fable, which apparently in her small town made the rounds for ages. Actually, yes since he first saw was from someone, but it had been back in forever. Long they had had any doubts that these stories were true, and even now she did not quite believe it. Maybe yes sat just any fisherman from the village up there, and recovering from work.
But when she finally out of the shadows came and felt the heat, she saw him next to a stunted, but die seemingly never quite endless olive tree sit, which was once planted as a sign of the new peace here, even if this was also a long time ago , perhaps even as long. Right on the precipice he sat, his long black hair over his back to the ground mounted, so that his appearance was almost hidden behind the dark curtain, and played a small flute, as it was friable in these countries. The tune they seemed to want to collect revenue all the way down she finally caught hold and never release to go down into the underworld, to let them dämemrn there forever in emptiness and coldness to himself, and yet to meet with light and energy to it collect up to the gods, which alone would YOU Choose: to be able to experience this wonderful forever and yet strange beauty. She cautiously approached
a few steps when he stopped, but not looked after her, but continued staring out to sea, where she thought she heard a faint sigh.
"Art thou ..?" she asked, but dared not right to pursue the question. "Am I what?" echoed her, however, prevent a further question, clearly filled with bitterness, even if his voice sounded soft and beautiful. "The one from which it is said in villages in deer area? Yes, I probably am, but maybe not. If you are looking for a profound evil spirit, throw thee from the cliff and rob you of your soul, you are too I may be mistaken. But perhaps you are also right here, because who else would they say? "
She was silent. What should she tell him why she had ever come here? "Your game attracted me, captured me. I wanted to see who spread such beauty here."
"If that's so, so you better go back and listen from a distance before you are still plunged into disaster without my intention."
"But ..." "Go!" You should not be here. " he said harshly, and she thought she heard a sigh again, but it sounded not only sad, but at the same time as the hiss of an angry snake, which they like to bite and inject poison into their veins is.
He turned to her and she cringed when she saw his eyes glowing, his scaly Skin, his face, that so does not match the hair looked like one of the lizards, which could be seen lying on a sunny day on the rocks.
you wanted to turn around and go, but those eyes held her down, she could not help hineinzustarren than directly. She thought she heard again the wonderful melody, and she could fight no longer, as well as small fish that are attracted to lights at night to the fishing boats. Through their actions they had long since lost all control. When she finally
could get away from this view and was able to close their eyes, she saw when she opened them again, pinnacles, which broke the sunlit surf them hurtling faster and faster.
And when her father, who had gone off with other men from the village to look for them up here got to wipe in the hot midday sun with a sweat-soaked cloth to his forehead and saw the break-off point, he heard something in the distance, a trigger call perhaps, a warning.
"Come on, we can not do anything more, I fear." said a neighbor and took him away, away from the alluring sound that seemed to echo in his skull.
rose slowly her up the rocky path, the sound of the melancholy melody following, which was heard from above, from the top of the cliff, behind which the last remains of the foothills of the storm of last night was stormy sea. The stones, which lay in the shade were still dark with moisture, as the path led through a narrow gap until it finally up again into the light of so early on rather hot burning sun to return. She was
had from an early age about it, it was a well-known fable, which apparently in her small town made the rounds for ages. Actually, yes since he first saw was from someone, but it had been back in forever. Long they had had any doubts that these stories were true, and even now she did not quite believe it. Maybe yes sat just any fisherman from the village up there, and recovering from work.
But when she finally out of the shadows came and felt the heat, she saw him next to a stunted, but die seemingly never quite endless olive tree sit, which was once planted as a sign of the new peace here, even if this was also a long time ago , perhaps even as long. Right on the precipice he sat, his long black hair over his back to the ground mounted, so that his appearance was almost hidden behind the dark curtain, and played a small flute, as it was friable in these countries. The tune they seemed to want to collect revenue all the way down she finally caught hold and never release to go down into the underworld, to let them dämemrn there forever in emptiness and coldness to himself, and yet to meet with light and energy to it collect up to the gods, which alone would YOU Choose: to be able to experience this wonderful forever and yet strange beauty. She cautiously approached
a few steps when he stopped, but not looked after her, but continued staring out to sea, where she thought she heard a faint sigh.
"Art thou ..?" she asked, but dared not right to pursue the question. "Am I what?" echoed her, however, prevent a further question, clearly filled with bitterness, even if his voice sounded soft and beautiful. "The one from which it is said in villages in deer area? Yes, I probably am, but maybe not. If you are looking for a profound evil spirit, throw thee from the cliff and rob you of your soul, you are too I may be mistaken. But perhaps you are also right here, because who else would they say? "
She was silent. What should she tell him why she had ever come here? "Your game attracted me, captured me. I wanted to see who spread such beauty here."
"If that's so, so you better go back and listen from a distance before you are still plunged into disaster without my intention."
"But ..." "Go!" You should not be here. " he said harshly, and she thought she heard a sigh again, but it sounded not only sad, but at the same time as the hiss of an angry snake, which they like to bite and inject poison into their veins is.
He turned to her and she cringed when she saw his eyes glowing, his scaly Skin, his face, that so does not match the hair looked like one of the lizards, which could be seen lying on a sunny day on the rocks.
you wanted to turn around and go, but those eyes held her down, she could not help hineinzustarren than directly. She thought she heard again the wonderful melody, and she could fight no longer, as well as small fish that are attracted to lights at night to the fishing boats. Through their actions they had long since lost all control. When she finally
could get away from this view and was able to close their eyes, she saw when she opened them again, pinnacles, which broke the sunlit surf them hurtling faster and faster.
And when her father, who had gone off with other men from the village to look for them up here got to wipe in the hot midday sun with a sweat-soaked cloth to his forehead and saw the break-off point, he heard something in the distance, a trigger call perhaps, a warning.
"Come on, we can not do anything more, I fear." said a neighbor and took him away, away from the alluring sound that seemed to echo in his skull.
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"Do not move!" He shouted at me and almost gave the Sturmewehr directed at me uncertainly. Although I do however not more than a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka in his hand and even if I wanted to beat him, yet had to get up the stairs, I could see him clearly his fear.
"You're one of those," he thought he can state, but for some reason he had given me still a lethal dose of hot metal. However, he also trembled so much that he would have taken perhaps even at the distance of barely one step only the wall of the cursed ruins.
"Whether I'm one of them depends on whether you are one of the others." I gave him correctly answered after I had him figured for a few seconds, without any sign of belonging to an organized group to discover can.
So that he could not as had been expected, do nothing. He just looked at me confused, also seemed for a national emblem of any way to search, but could still not ready to do the simple little motion that would end here.
Finally, I held out a welcoming gesture to the bottle, perhaps out of an inexplicable feeling of camaraderie, perhaps out of pity. In truth it was probably something of both and gave up the difficult to explain certain that it had to be so, as though an invisible commander ordered it.
first he hesitated, but then he accepted the nondescript, dusty bottle and looked at them, as it was some strange relic that might be of inestimable value, and finally he took a big gulp greedy, who brought him to cough.
"Thanks, mate, damn nice of you." He said as he gave me the wretched elixir of its short-term gratification returned, and turned me completely carelessly on the back as he climbed the stairs of to the remaining the upper floors led.
a wrong door hanging on its hinges creaked as he opened it to the three-time volley was followed by a staccato of a lightweight assault rifle or a machine gun and, finally, the thud of a falling body to the ground.
I got itself it myself from the stairs and stepped into the gray sky beyond, which even the red firelight did not warm up completely.
"Do not move!" He shouted at me and almost gave the Sturmewehr directed at me uncertainly. Although I do however not more than a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka in his hand and even if I wanted to beat him, yet had to get up the stairs, I could see him clearly his fear.
"You're one of those," he thought he can state, but for some reason he had given me still a lethal dose of hot metal. However, he also trembled so much that he would have taken perhaps even at the distance of barely one step only the wall of the cursed ruins.
"Whether I'm one of them depends on whether you are one of the others." I gave him correctly answered after I had him figured for a few seconds, without any sign of belonging to an organized group to discover can.
So that he could not as had been expected, do nothing. He just looked at me confused, also seemed for a national emblem of any way to search, but could still not ready to do the simple little motion that would end here.
Finally, I held out a welcoming gesture to the bottle, perhaps out of an inexplicable feeling of camaraderie, perhaps out of pity. In truth it was probably something of both and gave up the difficult to explain certain that it had to be so, as though an invisible commander ordered it.
first he hesitated, but then he accepted the nondescript, dusty bottle and looked at them, as it was some strange relic that might be of inestimable value, and finally he took a big gulp greedy, who brought him to cough.
"Thanks, mate, damn nice of you." He said as he gave me the wretched elixir of its short-term gratification returned, and turned me completely carelessly on the back as he climbed the stairs of to the remaining the upper floors led.
a wrong door hanging on its hinges creaked as he opened it to the three-time volley was followed by a staccato of a lightweight assault rifle or a machine gun and, finally, the thud of a falling body to the ground.
I got itself it myself from the stairs and stepped into the gray sky beyond, which even the red firelight did not warm up completely.
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The darkness was almost complete for some time and were even the flickering fluorescent lights on the curved walls become very rare. In the middle of the tunnel flowed slowly stinking, brown river, and he had on the walls along scan in order not to enter into this water in the waste, dead rats and what not so all was obtained in a large city by swimming.
This was certainly not the way he had come, the problem was that he also did not know by which way he gets in here for actually was.
If only they had not been caught ... Not that this would bring him to mess, to listen to his father who would beat him anyway after the next evening at his favorite bar, but right now he himself would rather be with him than down here.
He and his friends waited at the station until one of the rare late-night traffic the electric trains had disappeared into the tunnel to then follow them.
When they were about to immortalize himself on the wall was, someone approached me with a flashlight on them.
"Stan, run away," he had heard and was running in a corridor at the side of the tunnel.
A rusty metal staircase was He hinuntergehastet through dimly lit corridors of neon lights running at several intersections just bent chance and now he was here.
In his panic he had after every intersection already forgotten where it was ever bent, but if he would admit that now, he would acknowledge himself to be lost, even if it was him, not that confident. It still needed a way to give out here, he would just follow this path.
The water flowed in the same direction in which he went, only that what tore it with him, passed him with ease. The walls were just as wet as the ground on which he stood, and the sound of dripping Water was everywhere in this dark world beneath the city he knew.
A few more steps, then he would again have to leave the circle of light of a flickering blue fluorescent tubes. He felt his way along the wall, reached into a little sticky, which seemed to want him at first did not let go. One of panic he drew near his hand away abruptly, took the step back into the light. Erscheinde a black, sticky substance was left on his hand.
That was definitely blood. Down here was some guy picked off and thrown into the water was, where his body was going to swim forever through this tunnel.
He could wash into the water, in swimming by the same a bloated corpse with a hole in the caffeine in it would ... But no, it was ultimately not a blood but a slimy deposit that was active in the light of Sun
He felt his way further into the darkness until he reached into the void. He lost to simply hold and would fall into the dark void that disguised itself as a wall and had been waiting to devour him.
But the truth was not what he had, despite his young age to expect otherwise. Beside him was another passage that was completely dark, but in the distance a light could be seen. Another fluorescent lamp or a fire that could not be distinguished from here.
was at least the Smell in there weaker, this corridor was not intended to lead to dirty water through it. And somehow it seemed right ... As if someone would tell him, "Take this very passage," Go in this direction, come here ... "
He went up to the light. At the same time it was somehow warmer. Yes, he had the cool air down here even noticed until now ...
Maybe he'd find at the end of this corridor is a narrow rusty iron staircase that led him to the top, back on the streets or in a different U-Bahn station. Something was waiting for him anyway, calling him, in a language he did not understand, but instinctively knew its importance, as it were particularly made for him ... Something or someone ...
The light came closer to the same extent as the lapping of the water away, and turned out to be another fluorescent tube, which was less blue, but spread a reddish orange light in the room in which it was attached. The
at least half a century old concrete walls were indeed dirty, but completely untouched, as if no one came here for ages. On one hand, a thick tube was directly on the wall under the low ceilings, on the other side there is a wrong rusty metal door hanging on its hinges. But no saving stairs to the top.
hello Stan. "He heard a young woman with a gentle voice and turned around startled. No one was behind him, he was there alone.
" Who Is there? "He asked, startled himself about how his voice shaky sounded. Like a little baby who makes the bed, because it's afraid of monsters.
"We can help you." said a second male voice that sounded too young, and somehow seemed appealing, despite the hissing, sort of acting sneaky way of speaking. "You do not want to wander down here forever, right?".
in the gap, which released her the rusty door that appeared a couple of yellow eyes, a face to the inhuman and seemed to belong pointed teeth. Perhaps his imagination had played him only one stroke, he looked away and looked again out there.
And he could turn his gaze even more than the heavy door creaked and squeaked opened.
God damned shit, he did not look there! In movies it always
had somehow something funny when the vampires, werewolves, or mutants in dark corridors of the people attacked and drank their blood and eating their flesh, but this was not at all funny.
was just pushed open when the door finally, he made it after all, to avert his gaze. He would turn and start now to run would be necessary even swim through the brown, slimy broth out there may remember it, where he had entered. And then he would be first in safety, in the light.
But he was arrested. A clawed hand grabbed him by the arm, the monster had got him. He wanted to break away, but reaching only that the claws are deep and painful cut into his skin.
"You stay here, kid." Snapped the woman, or rather the monster.
He felt an impulse to turn around and you see his face. A part of him fought with all its might, he would certainly lose his mind when he turned around, but this part was now powerless.
the understanding he not lost, but it would have been almost prefer it if he had lost it. Instead of a he had to deal simultaneously with two monsters. His arm was released, but he remained paralyzed and just stand looking at them.
both looked kinda like upright walking lizard, but not quite ... They had green, scaly skin, sharp claws on the hands and feet, long tail and yellow eyes. A series of spikes was of a piece of her head and neck down the back.
The females wore a black dress with a plunging neckline (who with her could not develop the same effect as with a human female), which was decorated with numerous steel rivets and buckles, the male a long black skirt with belt and some metal parts, see below only his feet and the end of his tail was.
They were certainly derived from alligators, which were flushed into the sewer system, he thought. They had become more intelligent and now would leave out their anger on the people in it.
No sooner had he brought this idea to an end, began the two beings to laugh when he tells them a good joke.
What was that? The monsters in movies is never a laughing, they just came out of the darkness and attacked.
"Oh, you're kinda cute, kid." Said the female, and made a sound that resembled a mixture of a hissing snake and a purring cat. The male had his arm around his companion and looked at Stan also amused.
"Yes, and a Pizza Place." It said, and grinned at him, who did not know what happened here really soon and really thought I had lost my mind. He had to imagine simple, in fact, he said, perhaps to the closed door that he would only open to get to freedom.
But since he was seized again, he could feel the claws digging into his arm again and the blood flow left. She pushed him gently to the ground and knelt down beside him, her friend to her.
"Do you like to do it?" He asked her, she smiled.
She smiled even more when she saw Stan in the face and approached him, as gently as if to kiss him.
But then he could feel her teeth dug into his neck, a soft blackness settled around him and took possession of him.
He could still see his blood dripping from her mouth and the faces of the two beings to each other over him tenderly approached.
The darkness was almost complete for some time and were even the flickering fluorescent lights on the curved walls become very rare. In the middle of the tunnel flowed slowly stinking, brown river, and he had on the walls along scan in order not to enter into this water in the waste, dead rats and what not so all was obtained in a large city by swimming.
This was certainly not the way he had come, the problem was that he also did not know by which way he gets in here for actually was.
If only they had not been caught ... Not that this would bring him to mess, to listen to his father who would beat him anyway after the next evening at his favorite bar, but right now he himself would rather be with him than down here.
He and his friends waited at the station until one of the rare late-night traffic the electric trains had disappeared into the tunnel to then follow them.
When they were about to immortalize himself on the wall was, someone approached me with a flashlight on them.
"Stan, run away," he had heard and was running in a corridor at the side of the tunnel.
A rusty metal staircase was He hinuntergehastet through dimly lit corridors of neon lights running at several intersections just bent chance and now he was here.
In his panic he had after every intersection already forgotten where it was ever bent, but if he would admit that now, he would acknowledge himself to be lost, even if it was him, not that confident. It still needed a way to give out here, he would just follow this path.
The water flowed in the same direction in which he went, only that what tore it with him, passed him with ease. The walls were just as wet as the ground on which he stood, and the sound of dripping Water was everywhere in this dark world beneath the city he knew.
A few more steps, then he would again have to leave the circle of light of a flickering blue fluorescent tubes. He felt his way along the wall, reached into a little sticky, which seemed to want him at first did not let go. One of panic he drew near his hand away abruptly, took the step back into the light. Erscheinde a black, sticky substance was left on his hand.
That was definitely blood. Down here was some guy picked off and thrown into the water was, where his body was going to swim forever through this tunnel.
He could wash into the water, in swimming by the same a bloated corpse with a hole in the caffeine in it would ... But no, it was ultimately not a blood but a slimy deposit that was active in the light of Sun
He felt his way further into the darkness until he reached into the void. He lost to simply hold and would fall into the dark void that disguised itself as a wall and had been waiting to devour him.
But the truth was not what he had, despite his young age to expect otherwise. Beside him was another passage that was completely dark, but in the distance a light could be seen. Another fluorescent lamp or a fire that could not be distinguished from here.
was at least the Smell in there weaker, this corridor was not intended to lead to dirty water through it. And somehow it seemed right ... As if someone would tell him, "Take this very passage," Go in this direction, come here ... "
He went up to the light. At the same time it was somehow warmer. Yes, he had the cool air down here even noticed until now ...
Maybe he'd find at the end of this corridor is a narrow rusty iron staircase that led him to the top, back on the streets or in a different U-Bahn station. Something was waiting for him anyway, calling him, in a language he did not understand, but instinctively knew its importance, as it were particularly made for him ... Something or someone ...
The light came closer to the same extent as the lapping of the water away, and turned out to be another fluorescent tube, which was less blue, but spread a reddish orange light in the room in which it was attached. The
at least half a century old concrete walls were indeed dirty, but completely untouched, as if no one came here for ages. On one hand, a thick tube was directly on the wall under the low ceilings, on the other side there is a wrong rusty metal door hanging on its hinges. But no saving stairs to the top.
hello Stan. "He heard a young woman with a gentle voice and turned around startled. No one was behind him, he was there alone.
" Who Is there? "He asked, startled himself about how his voice shaky sounded. Like a little baby who makes the bed, because it's afraid of monsters.
"We can help you." said a second male voice that sounded too young, and somehow seemed appealing, despite the hissing, sort of acting sneaky way of speaking. "You do not want to wander down here forever, right?".
in the gap, which released her the rusty door that appeared a couple of yellow eyes, a face to the inhuman and seemed to belong pointed teeth. Perhaps his imagination had played him only one stroke, he looked away and looked again out there.
And he could turn his gaze even more than the heavy door creaked and squeaked opened.
God damned shit, he did not look there! In movies it always
had somehow something funny when the vampires, werewolves, or mutants in dark corridors of the people attacked and drank their blood and eating their flesh, but this was not at all funny.
was just pushed open when the door finally, he made it after all, to avert his gaze. He would turn and start now to run would be necessary even swim through the brown, slimy broth out there may remember it, where he had entered. And then he would be first in safety, in the light.
But he was arrested. A clawed hand grabbed him by the arm, the monster had got him. He wanted to break away, but reaching only that the claws are deep and painful cut into his skin.
"You stay here, kid." Snapped the woman, or rather the monster.
He felt an impulse to turn around and you see his face. A part of him fought with all its might, he would certainly lose his mind when he turned around, but this part was now powerless.
the understanding he not lost, but it would have been almost prefer it if he had lost it. Instead of a he had to deal simultaneously with two monsters. His arm was released, but he remained paralyzed and just stand looking at them.
both looked kinda like upright walking lizard, but not quite ... They had green, scaly skin, sharp claws on the hands and feet, long tail and yellow eyes. A series of spikes was of a piece of her head and neck down the back.
The females wore a black dress with a plunging neckline (who with her could not develop the same effect as with a human female), which was decorated with numerous steel rivets and buckles, the male a long black skirt with belt and some metal parts, see below only his feet and the end of his tail was.
They were certainly derived from alligators, which were flushed into the sewer system, he thought. They had become more intelligent and now would leave out their anger on the people in it.
No sooner had he brought this idea to an end, began the two beings to laugh when he tells them a good joke.
What was that? The monsters in movies is never a laughing, they just came out of the darkness and attacked.
"Oh, you're kinda cute, kid." Said the female, and made a sound that resembled a mixture of a hissing snake and a purring cat. The male had his arm around his companion and looked at Stan also amused.
"Yes, and a Pizza Place." It said, and grinned at him, who did not know what happened here really soon and really thought I had lost my mind. He had to imagine simple, in fact, he said, perhaps to the closed door that he would only open to get to freedom.
But since he was seized again, he could feel the claws digging into his arm again and the blood flow left. She pushed him gently to the ground and knelt down beside him, her friend to her.
"Do you like to do it?" He asked her, she smiled.
She smiled even more when she saw Stan in the face and approached him, as gently as if to kiss him.
But then he could feel her teeth dug into his neck, a soft blackness settled around him and took possession of him.
He could still see his blood dripping from her mouth and the faces of the two beings to each other over him tenderly approached.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Plica Excision Recovery Time
maitre joker @ 2010-09-29T22: 41:00
We were sitting in English class, we usually will have the window.
Since the school is located right on the main road we have always very busy at the windows. So we got a visit-
a grandmother leaned far into the window and called
"You are so great, so great you are!
You are our future, I am so proud of you and learn, fine and good luck! "
Then they simply pulled away again, leaving a class, then got something to laugh had.
ran in the background, the school principal to pass the grandma as they shouted into the windows that could laugh about it.
So the day starts but good, right?
And some sketches! As always Pokämanz ...
That's it for today!
We were sitting in English class, we usually will have the window.
Since the school is located right on the main road we have always very busy at the windows. So we got a visit-
a grandmother leaned far into the window and called
"You are so great, so great you are!
You are our future, I am so proud of you and learn, fine and good luck! "
Then they simply pulled away again, leaving a class, then got something to laugh had.
ran in the background, the school principal to pass the grandma as they shouted into the windows that could laugh about it.
So the day starts but good, right?
And some sketches! As always Pokämanz ...
That's it for today!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Enlarged Pituitary Gland Headaches
Hurrah!
My goodness, I take more before finally a little to write what you and I forget it again! As I got to catch up properly what!
Do you know me at all? Yes exactly, this strange thing that this spiteful from time to time once Written entries. And so this time too, with much Bilderkram properly, I have finally collected a great deal.
First of all:
The lesson is finished and I've already started the next project, the second chance! The first month is over, I really have fun at school. Really, I like to go to school.
Mr. Muffin and Flo, it is also good, after the entry of a new roommate and the associated fear for welfare of muffins ("I always put my hamster in the evening to the bathroom, do not wonder that you care." Hamster tastes good to carrots, right? "), the cage is now permanently in my room. The wheel I'm still firmly in the evening, so I can sleep or less. This was very amusing, the first night when I did this morning waiting for me a hamster face that the top of the 2nd Floor and sat looking at me. It is inconceivable how much criticism of 2 cm x 2 cm face fits!
And otherwise, yes, hope end of the week I order my new Suit messages!
Here is the sheet to: (! CLICK ME)
Whoo tight my feet all that it does happen and I am taken!
Well, as much more. I've occasionally done a job in Karlsruhe, strictly speaking, this is negotiated to draw cartoons. Yes, believe it or not believe it, I have painted people. And many are right!
let us start at once with the sketches, what?
It made me once again caught the bad Pokémonfieber ...
And some other stuff I post now, once without commentary:
and now colorful ... very colorful!
Ugh, enough stuff for today! I am now a sketchbook on a regular basis, then one probably I scan it from time to time a little time.
you soon!
My goodness, I take more before finally a little to write what you and I forget it again! As I got to catch up properly what!
Do you know me at all? Yes exactly, this strange thing that this spiteful from time to time once Written entries. And so this time too, with much Bilderkram properly, I have finally collected a great deal.
First of all:
Yes, I am now an accomplished professional.
The lesson is finished and I've already started the next project, the second chance! The first month is over, I really have fun at school. Really, I like to go to school.
Mr. Muffin and Flo, it is also good, after the entry of a new roommate and the associated fear for welfare of muffins ("I always put my hamster in the evening to the bathroom, do not wonder that you care." Hamster tastes good to carrots, right? "), the cage is now permanently in my room. The wheel I'm still firmly in the evening, so I can sleep or less. This was very amusing, the first night when I did this morning waiting for me a hamster face that the top of the 2nd Floor and sat looking at me. It is inconceivable how much criticism of 2 cm x 2 cm face fits!
And otherwise, yes, hope end of the week I order my new Suit messages!
Here is the sheet to: (! CLICK ME)
Whoo tight my feet all that it does happen and I am taken!
Well, as much more. I've occasionally done a job in Karlsruhe, strictly speaking, this is negotiated to draw cartoons. Yes, believe it or not believe it, I have painted people. And many are right!
let us start at once with the sketches, what?
It made me once again caught the bad Pokémonfieber ...
And some other stuff I post now, once without commentary:
and now colorful ... very colorful!
Ugh, enough stuff for today! I am now a sketchbook on a regular basis, then one probably I scan it from time to time a little time.
you soon!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Sonic Toothbrush Heads
Wuuuuutzi-Putzis the Second
pictures Katzerei! / Pics of my Pussycats!
Click for full size / Click images to view full size
Two Schmusis / Two Cuties
Sightseeing
Without Words / Wifhout words
bathing Lantern / Bathing Wind light
Soon come home to me / Soon coming home to me:
May I introduce / May I introduce
Name: Herb of Woodnewchurch
True name: Grizabella
Birthday: 27/07/2010
Likes: Dolls, thrillers, Aristocats
Dislikes: the little man
Profession: Sweet Princess
name. Unique name of Woodnewchurch
True: Kato
Birthday: 23/08/2010
Likes: Punk, Sex Pistols
Dislikes: To hurt someone
Profession: Punk / Yankee
More soon ... / More coming soon ...
pictures Katzerei! / Pics of my Pussycats!
Click for full size / Click images to view full size
Two Schmusis / Two Cuties
Sightseeing
Without Words / Wifhout words
bathing Lantern / Bathing Wind light
Soon come home to me / Soon coming home to me:
May I introduce / May I introduce
Name: Herb of Woodnewchurch
True name: Grizabella
Birthday: 27/07/2010
Likes: Dolls, thrillers, Aristocats
Dislikes: the little man
Profession: Sweet Princess
name. Unique name of Woodnewchurch
True: Kato
Birthday: 23/08/2010
Likes: Punk, Sex Pistols
Dislikes: To hurt someone
Profession: Punk / Yankee
More soon ... / More coming soon ...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Mississippi Map Turtle For Sale
Raaaaaamble
Uaaaaargh
I want to see next year WIZO!
cat Matchos are real little and just as hostile to women like Gypsy. * Roll eyes * But at least
again very healthy!
coming soon my princess home to me!
Soon previews and more of Jeronimo and light wind. This time, get these pigs hopefully nothing. If it does: FY! THERE WILL NEVER COME NUDE PICS!
Oh man, a theater ...
Mel, you're back? OO
My first BJD before yesterday came. Images come. The Body Brushing tooootal was disappointing! Give me a healthy finger and a few acrylic paints .... BLARF!
Pic of the Day:
YKW in San Francisco yesterday evening
Click for full size
Uaaaaargh
I want to see next year WIZO!
cat Matchos are real little and just as hostile to women like Gypsy. * Roll eyes * But at least
again very healthy!
coming soon my princess home to me!
Soon previews and more of Jeronimo and light wind. This time, get these pigs hopefully nothing. If it does: FY! THERE WILL NEVER COME NUDE PICS!
Oh man, a theater ...
Mel, you're back? OO
My first BJD before yesterday came. Images come. The Body Brushing tooootal was disappointing! Give me a healthy finger and a few acrylic paints .... BLARF!
Pic of the Day:
YKW in San Francisco yesterday evening
Click for full size
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Consumer Reports Best Diswasher
Home is where my heart lies just 4 weeks
And my "home" is becoming more and more, where my "heart" is. At the weekend I finally got the final piece for my kitchen (my new trash can, just to match my kitchen chairs), making it the now finally ready. I also have a wonderful new pillow and another hook bar (which will then be for chairs). The hook strip when I bought Bertine warehouse sale The cushion is risen from PIP Studio, and nostalgia in children, and the trash can as my chairs Strauss Innovation . Now finally can go right!
here first achievements:
And should I ever again have money, I want the office as chair (that's the Eames chair by Vitra):
And my "home" is becoming more and more, where my "heart" is. At the weekend I finally got the final piece for my kitchen (my new trash can, just to match my kitchen chairs), making it the now finally ready. I also have a wonderful new pillow and another hook bar (which will then be for chairs). The hook strip when I bought Bertine warehouse sale The cushion is risen from PIP Studio, and nostalgia in children, and the trash can as my chairs Strauss Innovation . Now finally can go right!
here first achievements:
And here is the kitchen
And now finally, the beloved couch (the console table is still missing unfortunately). Here comes then the wall tattoo over it and a few boxes have yet to be unpacked:
And should I ever again have money, I want the office as chair (that's the Eames chair by Vitra):
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