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It is not love, which fails, it is man, who fails in love
Love is the joint try to bridge the abyss between yearning and reality
when eyes touch each other softly and little stars are floating from one soul to the other than the message is probably love
Laurin writes about himself:
What you always like to know about laurin but don’t trust to ask
The creature laurin
Laurin is an accident of mother nature. He came into existence by pure random, when a lost single egg cell were fertilized by a BSE virus, more or less 60 cell divisions later he was born. the rest of his life we can summarize: he eat he drank and he became bigger and bigger. Laurin is over-sexed. Instead of a hypophyse they found a Viagra gland. When a normal person use a pyjama for going into bed; laurin has to warp himself in to a condome. Average persons are made up of 99% water, laurin consist of 100 % pervers fantasy lol
Or still…
Laurin, over studied universal dilettante, homo ludens, directly jumped out of the nibelungen saga, in other words a broken off seat giant, with an addiction for asceticism, so far it will be aerated by a hint of decadent luxury
I still like to laugh about my self, and it would be bad if not. I love to see the world still from the one meter perspective of a little scallywag, who has a rusty nail or a frog in his trouser pocket, and feels this deep amazement about the world, or from the sage perspective of a professional diplomat, who prefers serene calmness over gastri ulcer . yes, I have surely a love for monologs, but I stop now.. the rest can everybody guess between the lines …
Some splints of brain juggling
The death it the canvas on which our life will be dabbed
Above the oracle of Delphi stood to be aware of your self
To challenge himself should only a person who can life later with the results he found
Who shows other their face in the mirror, should be aware, that they never forgive you for this doing. The ugly grimace of the I, who likes to see it nude, without the false front of self illusion
And the people want to believe, to believe desperately, because it endows sense. Without believe most of the people can’t see the sense and would despair. You have to rest deep in side yourself to understand and enjoy the joke without believe.
Tolerance like I understand it , should regard a person, who has a different understanding, should show respect for the arguments, because they could be right!
Fear about predominance is very often the starting point for hate, which blindfolds
lucky slaves are the biggest enemies of freedom
One problem of our time is, that we spent money, we don’t have, to buy things, we don’t need, to show off to people, we don’t like
When I had died, I would love to be part of my own funeral, if only to ask the guest, where they had been in my life.
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