Nearly there. Acts are densing. Minutes have teeth. Like the small living creature awaiting for bigger events, growing.
Public authoring webwise not a rare thing nowadays.
Also the big dice toy is getting closer. Clever maybe.
Public authoring webwise not a rare thing nowadays.
Also the big dice toy is getting closer. Clever maybe.
posted by pzi | 7:13 AM
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Ah, here is the Kispal song that fits the ocasion:
I find a little house
Lets say in the montains
There is cold milk
Lake where we will sail
When we buy that house
for some nice money
I have to sleep only six
Until then I save some
I do not walk in the depths
The depths are not fun for me
The depths are lagers
Where the enemy stands and
"Do not go in, it is rude to float
above the depth"
Hiding, I go closer to the house
I see its warm, I put my nose
To its window so that I feel it
not only see
So much nose-print I have never seen
Next to mine
It seems that this house
Is in center of interrest
--
Thats it, sorry for the free-form translation.
And one more from the bible:
Good morning, I would like to be rescued!
I would like to know when the flight leaves
That will take me away from here
And my house and car and my wife
Good morning, I would like to be rescued!
I have money, I will buy a spaceship!
I have a house, in the kitchen my women makes food
I have a dog - not really, but now on sofa
It plays with children in order to
Make us more simphatic to you
So that you will buy our CD
Again the typo-master translator. :)
Hope you will have that nice little place called home in your posession.
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