unerbittlich offen

man wählt und zählt die zeit.
keinen blassen schimmer von der ewigkeit.

Zitat eines Zitats eines Zitats aus der mir unerklärlicherweise per Post zugestellten Zeitschrift spa der Wellness Residenz Schalber:

"Warum bin ich vergänglich, o Zeus?" fragte die Schönheit. "Macht' ich doch", sagte der Gott, "nur das Vergängliche schön." Gegen dieses Zitat von Goethe kämpfen Beauty-Mitarbeiterinnen mit Hilfe von Algen, Enzymen, Vitaminen und Kaviar.

Wenn, dann würd ich in diesem Fall eher mit Inquisition, Zensur, Verbreitung der Goethe-Lüge oder, wenns unbedingt ein Peeling sein muss, mit Tipp-Ex dagegen vorgehen. Oder aber, wenn das Übel denn gleich an der Wurzel behandelt werden soll, sind wohl reiche Opfergaben angebracht. Und wer würd sich als Opfer besser eignen, als die danach überflüssigen Beauty-Mitarbeiterinnen der Wellness Residenz Schalber?

Life wire

Me was - a problem child?

Will always be.
So:
A problem middle.
A problem senior.
So:
me day:

Me is - a problem gone!

fuckthesouth.com (via malorama)

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Panoramabild der Firma Auparc! Tipp: Mit dem Cursor ganz nach aussen und einige Minuten das Bild anstarren. Wow!

Amos Moses, Jerry Reed

Amos Moses was a Cajun.
And lived by himself in the swamp
Hunting alligator for a living.
Knock 'em on the head with a stump
The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy

Now everybody blamed his old man
for raising him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy,
his Daddy would use him as alligator bait
Tie a rope around his waist,
throw him in the swamp
Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou

Just about 45 minutes
southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana
There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam
and his pretty wife Hannah
They raised up a son that could
eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth.
They called him Amos Moses

Now folks in South Louisiana
said Amos was a helluva man
He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator.
He only had to use one hand
That's all he got left
'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha!
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Just about 45 minutes
southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana
There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam
and his pretty wife Hannah
They raised up a son that could
eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth.

They called him Amos Moses
Here comes Amos
And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah
Well, the Sheriff got wind that
Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin
So he hid in the swamp, I'm gonna get you boy.
He never did come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou