seeing things ..

which i did
the dinner
schnau-tze
the many people
the twins
the sms
the rugby game
i told everyone
book
which i did
friday
8.01 a.m.
karlsruhe hbf
gleis 9
to rastatt
the bus
the crisp
the cold light
the morning
the trip to fkb
the white light
the landscapes
the poems
the frost
machichdasjetztwirklich?
all fear is gone
mehr als umbaute luft
the soap
weee
getting on
hoffentlichisterdawennichankomme
the sleep
walk through there
second time now
the smirk
i couldn’t shake
entering the xy toilet
wtf
bwahah
so spaced out
the smoothie
and the little red car
the way back
the sun
the grass
the winter
the scale
the guy
four years from now
north of the liffey
the cvs
overqualified
hih
yep
ichbinwiederda
do every day something that scares you
rannelagh
the house
pink walls
hihi
chaos
the food
so wrong
so good
the light
the squeaky bed
my runny nose
wah
siiiiiimpsons
tv
and not a trace
of my urge to run away
on the contrary
southpark
and jack whatshisface
amazing
silence?
turned away
sigh
habichwasfalschgemacht?
little spoon
ihihih
darkness
waking up
the smile
just like that one time
with skype
warmer
porridge
and toast
and dilluted tea hih
and cold water
mmm
stay in bed
sooo lazy
ichkannsnichtglaubendassichdabin
manufactured landscapes
and the aftermath of that
whoa
then going out
cold
headache
pasta
and cookies
rice crispy thingies
euphoric
the film
meh
but still
pleased
the walk
the home
the tv
spongebob
the cosyness
lovely
the darkness
the good light
the big mirror
the tights
tge evil tv
you’re so weird
the somethingsomething
toyshow
the ugly dolls
let’s go out
before we make a suicide deal
ihihihihi
the doubledecker
the light
ive been here before
balcoanedinfierforjat
caramizi
the wb yeats expo
which we didnt visit
aww
the museum
the goya
and the millet
the list of things to google
the music
the easa flashbacks
the wave
then nothing
the tree i have at home
and inishbofin flashbacks
a walk to the pub
the snug
the hemd
the little white book
the talks
the hidden message
the peanuts
the hot whiskey
and the guiness
so warm
irgendwie
the way home
the shop
mmm
the blue-striped
the eyelashes
the football highlights
teehee
dinner
ichglaubjetztistespassiert
best there was
and sleep
no words
images in my head
waking up
the smile
ichwillhiernichtmehrweg
and a way back to str hbf
better every time
and inishbofin

minilogues on helium

there were
balloons
and helium
green
and white
and orange
and a trip
to pitts
the little black skirt
garneelen baguette
the clock
a flight to fkb
the saturday
the ubahn
escaping the daimler ghetto
the green pillow
seurat
hochbett
hauptbahnhof
the balloons again
the s-bahn
the smile
the baguette
getting home
the eye of the hurricane
smaland
and tapland
the green sheets
warm
barely getting out of bed
maultaschen
and beer
and chocolate cookies
the z
the x
the döner
the walk through the rain
feuersee
and the green sheets again
the test
weinsteige
the stain
the cord
the story
about the olgaeck
and the scottish sugardaddys
and the view
crushing stuttgart
the night
the hbf
and the other building
ubahnhopping
and the bridge
with the spiderweb
theatre
run
the cold cold night
insecure
exaggerating a bit
can’t help myself
so little time
the weihnachtsmarkt
the brauerei
am calwereck
oder so was
the spätzle
linsen
beers
laughter
unfriendly waitress
no tip for you!
the walk home
hugs
all needed to be paid back
multiplied
biting a pillow
warm
silence
water
and the 3rd policeman
the second day
the uni
dm
little people
the guys
coming back
with brezel
and tea
chipperfield
the train there
the limo
the green scarf
kafka
and morgenstern
and the lights
catching letters
reflections
happy
wood
doors of perception
the voice
the walk around
going back
the voodo veggie king
and his fave kebab
for reasons unknown
xy stuff eh
the walk back
the work
sigh
indesign
so angry
reading
please and thank you
thank you for having me here
aaaawwwwww
everytime indesign exports a pdf
everytime the computer is lagged
everytime it takes a second to load
xx
the 3rd policeman
much more
the pictures
the smile
the coal cookies
the check-list
everything
casino
the outing
felt great
the hbf
i’ll come over
x

seeing things

there were
conversations
very late hours
walls
my roof
a kimono
seeing things
and isles in the water
noa
logs
the deep
still
seeable-down-into water
and a website
ryanair
swissair
waiting
milan
venice
a train
the time
sunset
and a bridge
over canale grande
caught
off guard
and blew it open
a drive home
linz
yes!
sleep
hypothesizing
the internets
more talk
tullamore dew
the marshall bar
and a thought
what if a certain monica…
okay
good
i come
110%
they said yes
faith in humankind
and a giant leap
for a control freak
the writing on a shirt
and the little grey birds
if you want to be free
scared shitless
no sleep
s3
swiss air
all is calm
a tiny sesam
and the green
l.o.a.
doubt
the taxis
a backup plan
hotels?
which i dropped
the green cardigan
the little bottles
take a deep breath
jump!
3 a.m.
3 mal die 6
33. fdbp
kein gepäck
sms jette
the check-in
nach dublin, bitte
and a sunrise over zürich
7 a.m.
2,5h to go
sleep deprived
if you’d only..
gate a65
the turbulent air lane to dublin
the green shirt
with the dog
heh
passport check
no turning back now
white skies
the isle
the sun on the water
little boxes
so human
it’s still green
there
look around
the left corner of my eye
gets up
and a smile
whoa
not a trace
of my urge to run away
spaced out
flashbacks
calling home
a little red car
und der auspuff
weg
you can still kick it off
muddy pants
and a wet napkin
the road
a weird font
w
t
f
and the suburb
little boxes
all the same
building a model
sobek
and lederer
and frei otto
but arno won
graupappe
smalltalk
scalpels
trying to z
i feel guilty
need to help
so i try
neal
and hugo
awkward
wasmachichhiereigentlich?!
smalltalk
ocd
need to finish those
almost turning purple
and the model too
finished
back to uni
back to sleep
see ya!
d.w.
ehm.. yeah..
a cold shower
the blue tshirt
the mirror
wobinichhiereigentlich?
6 weeks later
i’m here
the brownish sheets
the z
door
next
hair
smell
olives
the cook
c.l.w.m.l.m.
hih
hug
and not a trace
of my urge to run away
the jinx wish
breath
silence
4 hours
g.c.a.g.s.
end!?
no!
and!
ah
the story
but nothing beats pancake
the welsh shepherd
who wanted to be
a viking warrior
spacesheep
are spaceship
the amazon
the holy ayahuasca
the ancient inca
lickin’ toads
jimini?
the sweet and the salty water
of the atlantic
and..
ehm…
what was i saying again?
can’t you focus?
yes i can!
warm
play
keep going!
mh
ok
so the spacesheep
were a transformer
spaceship
silence
the broken furniture
time
australia
the big z
the 30 second powernap
you’ll feel guilty
rambo
leather couch
ok
the muddy pants
i’m not judging
well judge away!
the grey car
if zombies attack
enjoy!
if the world ends
enjoy!
if you’re the last person on earth
rob a bank ^_^
how romanian
ok.. enjoy!
andrew’s lane
die gasse
the drum
good
and scared shitless again
what you are making of this
what are YOU?
strangers
the blonde girl
the menthol cig
so pretty
and the guy
closets
what?!
uhuh
leather pants
what?!
ok go inside
rocker 33
the sounds
FREUDE HERRSCHT
smalltalk
alienated
the two drunkest people in that place
i wanna go home alright
and the shadows
pocket
and a cab home
counseling
skin
the night
mh
warm
and not a trace
of my urge to run away
z
Z
pff pff pff
zzz
eyelashes
orange
r.e.m.
and a nightmare
what if..
no
just sleep
sleeptalking
shit!
u ok?
i guess so..
z
hih wtf
6 o’clock
the irish breakfast
and the porridge defloration
cleaning mushrooms
mmm
white somethingsomething
yum
miamiamiam!
no warm food since idontknowwhen
getting dressed
the showers
and silence
well not really
out?
nah
q/a
a film about some princess
documenting everything
in case i forget
no need to document this though
i won’t
i hear beats
and bass
i know the smell now
movieees!
the show about the restaurant
and sp gaeilge
all fine
but butters?!!? noooooo
aaanyway
then seinfeld
the original george
lmao
are you comfortable?
yep
tv guy
well he’s not hihi
pizza
and garlic bread
the internets
so that’s how it works
iwonderwhatyourethinking
and wine
stains
salt
well granny fuckin’ lied
warm again
like..
something..
the wind pushes
the buildings aside
sweat
the smile
i feel bass
more!
and not a trace
of my urge to run away
almost fell out
voice
wiekommichhierher?
keineahnungaberesistwunderschön!
the z
8.30 a.m.
wake up
wakeupwakeupwakeup
the z
12.30
wake up
and now they’re
back to sleep
for another couple of hours
i’m afraid it ran away
it can’t survive on its own
hihihihi
you’re weird
shower
hearing it
tv
and dinner
he never does this
you should come more often
yay
mmmmm
lecker
i’m not there
write on skin
chaos and clocks and watermelons
it’s everything
darkness
the gaze
only looking because you’re looking
the german voice
adorable, really
and the irish voice
don’t need to mention that
heh
the chats
when do i come to sibiu?
whoa
up
it puts the lotion on the skin
or else it gets the hose again
hihihi
trim
the balloon
and the skyscrapers
soft city
the little toy cars
i imagine
peter pan land
kids on acid
lmao
and not a trace
of my urge to run away
not surprised anymore
wake up early
z
my hair!
hihihihi
close
warm
very soft
how did we get here?
lives concurred
and circumstance
can’t believe it
i’m sure
z
sunrise over dublin
the bus
stuttgart?
i will
yeats
and seamus h.
gate d66
and a huge urge
to run back out there
the skies the skies
and still waters
running deep
zürich airport
the internets
the text message
the flower ring
to make it real
z
and s3
amazing…
back irl
the week
the text
silence?
4.30 a.m.
a week ago
really unsure
now i’m sure.
me too.

minilogues in oirish

sept.2

there were
a bus
ryanair
lingus
air
and when we got there
bilingual
green
blue eyes
red hair
and something
like arabic
colaiste eoin
747
alimentara ardeleneasca
1st glimpse
of dublin
the spike
the skies
and there we were
sporthall
400 people
on the floor
refugee camps
an old friend
beardy
nice
so nice to see all of you
rem wrote scripts
for soft-porn
adds to the mystery
he drools
no he doesn’t
in trance
aw shucks
1st pub
soup of the day
the dinner
curry
no shit, eh
nil
the 45min queue
the drinks
the bore
puzzled some
pandaaaaa!
z
welcome
opening
walking tour
irai
pool cues
a little rain
the dinner invitation
chez max
mussles
mmm
dublin castle
noblenoble
nothing extraordinary
nothing unknown
just me staring into the distance
alone
brothel in algier
lydia
the talkietalkie
opening at the tivoli
the drum machine
he smiled while singing
blath
paddy
human heh
billee
vasile c lunatecul
the last bus home
workshop
too cool for stool
ignored me
then a trip
la parnaie
sun
sky
clouds
the green bus
walk around
graften architects
rem
movie night
none
so we went hoam
rain
rainrainrainrainrain
ioio arrived
glasgow
dripping
black
wet
from a killing spree
it never dried
then the busses
section through ireland
social
clonmaicnoise
rain
drip
the trip
green
so green
verde crud
verde crud
albsirozsipur
the skies of galway
marine.ie
whoa
u see that
watorz
from the atlantic
gulf stream
pittoresque
acu exagereaza
wtf
we got close
the end of the world
funkloch
then letterfrack
we had
a shop
a beer
4 greek girls
laugh
the scaffolds
the circus
the blue
the wet
the cold
the rain
again
there were
the dutch boys
the tc4s team
the delft talk
the ilek tent
the awful sleep
the cold
and then
the stools
the machines
the new guys
the rainrainrain
umbrella ella ella
eh eh eh
13 aug
any second
the bards den
whiskey
arvid said happybday
everyone tuned in
weird seeing you here
talkietalkie
the lounge
the tents
the pub
mollys
whiskey
hot
fireplace
1st dry
the lounge
is it still raining?
the ilek tent
stairs
rain
stools
orange light
stars
the old new
went back
the dutch dj
the token
the lost workshop
again
happy bday
sick
sick peoples place
the moon
or something
the rock fence
the hot
heya kids
pascale
cried
went to bed
fuck this
this is easa
we go
lounge!!!
the surprise
wasn’t there
what a nice person
matress back to tent
nurse
blath
and woke up
health
national evening
the stalk
the rain
the metal
the sound
familiar
c.i.p.t.t.o.
yea
oh crap
well it’s ok
thats better
like pleiadians
aaaaand back
the party
vasile saves miro
but she doesnt
so she goes
now you have to fight for her
said byebye
and a text message
and the rain again
said byebye to all
and took a stroll
and the chit chat
the lovely
the norwegians
jds got kicked
architecture sans frontiers
and wine
and veldons
and a faux pas
well no, not really
the honesty
the excursion
the way to inishbofin
the ferry
the skies
the walk
the most beautiful place on earth
the rock
the sun
the lonelyness
the irish poet
and me
and rain
panic?
found them
the spa hotel
the crab claws
the fishnchips
the ferry?
fuck the ferry
the crippled spaniards
and a lost irishboy
and the dog
jinxed ioio
the best sleep of my life
back to the bigger island
hitchhiking?
and emmet
never been so happy to see you
until then, heh
hung around
smell the deep sea fishermen/and women
the trip back
the it lab
the lounge
the walk
the landscapes
the bards den
food
and mollys again
and again and again
and the national evenings
and the doobies
and the staying up late
and the being disgusted
by people randomly
and the z
then i had
hana
mollys
my ideal world
puzzled some more
eyed it
the beer
the oirish songs
5 a.m.
rocky road to dublin
stompstompstomp
dont do it in the family
veldon’s
and the talk
5 hours
maritinel
blankie
green corner
shut the doors
adorable, actually
butterflies
and pandas
and other useless species
and the cold
and the rock
people are mean
i might win
stares into the distance
compliments on my wit
f/cking hare krishnas
you know
maybe it’s a life thing
beautiful
we should do that again
we will!
and the 2nd round
sat down
7 hours
or something
the smile
the heh heh
the bavaria
the blue can
the gin and tonic
which wasn’t any
the to-do list
the orange hih
the eyelash
the ass-grove
the sit across
the look
tell me a story
gudrun
and gurdun
and pancake
who went like this
and the palmyra atoll
and the princess
married the fairy godmother
the ind
an only child
the toilet spin
the king
the bowling
the flood
the vortex
my sleepingplace
omg
story
republic of central africa
im tired
q and a
are you jealous?
never!
been cheated upon?
twice that i know of
shouldve let me leave, heh
are you guys still here?
the photos
the sleep
not mine, though
the morning
the buhbyes
the manymanymany
but no porridge
the small roll, ham, mayo, cheddar and sweet corn
the fig rolls
and a rocky road to dublin
a day i can’t remember much of
than the last pub
the last guiness
the bus to the airport
and a night there on the floor
daca nu e tare… sa fie umed, si daca nu e nici umed.. macar sa puta!
hana
sofia
some other people
the z
the flight
the u.k.
noa
and a flight home
a jinx wish
flashbacks

and as usual
the lovely easa goodies:

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minilogues in the queen’s english

aug. 29

we had
3 weeks
one continent
3 to 400 mates
there was
a return to sb
a short dress
pigtails
cut off
the grey backpack
and a shopping spree
the north face
and some mo
the london tips
danke, tim
there was
brit airways
and the feared
terminal 5
london
picadilly
exit 1
the glass house
turchian
the walkie
the squirrel
it rained in my coffee
short skirts
tall boots
and a return to someplace
the east end
whitechapel
panic@night
the bamboo courtain
a. and k.
the big spider
then sleep
we had
walking around
demented
the tube
mice
trapped
cockfosters
and fosters cock
cctv
cctv.. cctv.. cctv..
laba centre
where i did ballet
liverpoodel
peckams
ohboyohboy
back to the centre
which centre?
oh fuck
ok
tate
brit
the 1st date collection
the i’m hungover collection
turner
the walk along the river
the futuristic touch there
the slaughtered lamb
tate
modern
cctv shoots
newman
no shivers
but those austrians
fucking insane, mann
jack the dripper
wandering
streets
brick
red double please
and ale
and every evening
back to the glass house
b.m.
and i lost myself
in martin lewis
face
lips
shadow
dark
vale.. poate
then nothing
the colourful stripes
camden
spliffs
a shoppin spree
and a phonecall
i’m in!
ok
fishnchips
and an almost-muggery
cinderella in the east end
and the onion rings
a billion cities in one
and so little time
the clouds
the ring
the eye
the soapbubbles
the horses
the beefeaters
the style, hey
the african fest
the 2nd year a.a.students
the drums
the crazy old lady
muji
and the neon-sign
in no order at all
lost rt
a few times
hopped on the wrong bus
the bangla shoppe
the drool
the sarees
the knife
oh, already mentioned that one
oxford st
victoria
the bookshoppe
walkwalkwalk
dreaming about koko
but going to sleep instead
jap food
sleep
liverpool station again
and a bus to stsd

to be continued

minilogues on wine

in vino veritas
sweet and bitter
and something like a fever headache
i come back hoping for a chilly evening on the 7th floor
and then she’s depressed and everything
and i say come drink my wine
and she drinks
and i take a sip
and then she plays some strings
and i crack
and spill everything i thought
142pt mean shit
when all you are is a little girl
with a very baroque inside
and then she said what someone told me
bout a year ago or so..
that i’m only human
and i need to admit it
and that the clean-shaped, rectangular, rationalist
i wear on the outside
can never hide this
so indeed
a dumb estrogen bomb
who should’ve known better
and i do
and then the grass
and then r. said
‘i’d be careful with that one’
like i don’t know
that something that good
can only be wicked..

minilogues with the sun

july 23rd

we had
the arbeitsraum <3
cheese
rina
random
throwing stuff around
auf den lehmbau!
felix’ movie
tine
and the catharsis
the flu
the deadline
until i run wild
and kill a few people
passed
1.0
and the hiwi
i <3 the ioeb
mr. cash
was right
mmm
bach
the last week
shootin
the full moon
the late work
the little tree
i’ll pick-a-nick under
the sunsets
the little fluffy clouds
the sun
trapped inside that building
trying to forget
waiting for august
and september
pandora’s a total cunt
palast
sat on the ground
hast du angst vor der wiese?
a rush of blood to the head
the wit
thhhghhhiihihihih
i’m mies
but very deep inside
i’m boromini
and it’s killing me
the white light
the grill
the veggies
the score
the painter
my home
7.
b.b.h.
the dada conversartion
the flashes
and the flashed
well.. hell

minilogues on whiskey in the jar-o

may 31st

we had
the bangla flashbacks
and some gazes
but maybe there weren’t any
talks
and a visitor
smiles and such
and tea
mojitos
tim and klaus and dorothee
and everyone else i missed
and an invitation
shoukran
the day
i didnt want to go back home
the call i made
and a party i felt i would be crashing
the bosch areal
waiting
welchen entwurf?!
so totall tripped out
and the special guest
hello
i nearly tripped
fell from my pole
the shopping
the johnny walker
the bus
and the strange house
stinky, ey
the tiny apartment
the kitchen
the beer
and the glass
sitting on the floor
goa?
goa!
^_^
berlin
the 21st
the goa-party
the phone-numbers
the promise
think of me when you’re 25
but still being 14 at heart
which we were
the weird foot-hand thingie
the yukky ashtray
the walk out
the chat on the way
the hand
and the shoulder
and the whiskey in the jar-o
im a parasite i know
and the schocken
blababla
then the brothers came back
yay, hah
the mosh pit
contact
and the very happy dude
the grin
the itke
the teehee
12.10
the bangla shoppe
the souly music
youre no fucking good
ur not good ur no good ur no good
the pink bicycle ^_^
and so on
eskimo – israeli beautiful
the smoke
the night
the chit chat
dont go
but i must
stepping on a foot
and a hug
i catch the last bus home…

minilogues on the beautiful language

may 22nd

we had
yellow flowers
3 dudes
6 seats
muenchen
biergarten
a grey hoodie
only it was mine
p.l.u.r.
beer
and lemonade
two teams
we sucked
assoziationen
zellteilung
a huge brezel
monolith
candy
scheiss auf die kinder
a long phonecall
while we chilled
the river
the waterfall
no english garden
through the city
dhl
malcolm x
the marriage
iceland
a restaurant
the s-bahn
lonely planet #1
airport
veronika von g.
check-in
ice-cream
the open
the closure
the little green box
a frusteinkauf
and a flight
we had
pretty eyes
dollface
o-ren
and a flight
i shared
thoughts on islam
and on vollbart
and a loveable rat
and the little neutral country
getting there
a little like dhaka
the 15€-visa
someone laughing at my jokes
the bus back
lotus hotel
on the talaat harb
judith
and the other chick
room 49
the entrance
the swiss lift
the 3 beds
and the bathroom-balcony
a smoke
the wakeup
the 1st picture
sultan hassan
the walk
the 1st heat
and the green scarf
aarong style
the golden chair
the old city
the mosque
the minaret
the view
the shake
the two pictures
the pink cadillac
the food
and the 1st ahwa
only we didn’t know it yet
the tea
the walk
the heat
platzhirsche
al ahzar park
the dark glasses
“i like your scarf”
euphoria
the black taxi
the chillin
sleeping like babies
the karkade
um ali
water
the rest of the park
the view
posing
the mist
the view again
which wasn’t goint to be the last
the taxi home
and the night
with my 3 favorite men
there
the dinner
the vip lounge
the nile valley
very posh indeed
the wedding we almost attended
the river
and the talk
revolucion
politics
the eastern way
and the swiss democracy
batista
my tea
the walk back
ich kann nimmer
ach jette!
the bridge
and the taxi
and then
the polo bar
with water
and beer for two
and literature
sartre
hesse
miller
und das messer
mit dem ich in mir wuehle
the seat across from me
the schools
the green scarf
the fish which made them all sick
the roundhouse kick
the night
fishawy ahwa
and the walk there
the little rain
the manymany dead
the butcher boys
and the blood on the floor
the narrow streets
the green shirt
the others
the picture we took on the bridge
and the dacca flashback
the kleinkariert
the sitting down
the mint in my tea
the shisha
someone said habibi
trying hard to think pure
taking the secret shots
and looking up
the moon
the fan
the window
and nobody came
nobody ever comes
to gaze down on me
the carpet salesman
the mirror i used
to look back
the chatta chatta
the walking on
a little trip
through the darkness
the little flags
the blue light
the mosque again
the chillin
and then pancakes
and a deal made before time
with pidgeons on a carpet
and the powered sugar
and some more walking through the nights
the empty streets
ineedtogototheloo
j. bought sweets
the tight taxi
the boys nearly got pissed
nearly
the vry vry sweet shit
the hotel
the next day
the women’s train
the coptic
the kitsch
du verstehst mich
we need to have a theme
but then we just went out again
i forgot where
but anyway
garbage city
the dizzy rat
the oasis hole
the white birds
the mist
the boys getting lost
and me getting a tad worried
but phones
and the smile
the evening on the roof
the talks again
the warm smiles
and the dinner
the talks again
the red restaurant
the little dead birdies
the dessert
and how we agreed on everything
my entourage
and someone in there
the taxi forth
the square we didnt find
and the quest
for umm kulthum
and always looking a little back
the dark streets
the cinemas
the shops
and then the ahwa
very late
and very tired
taking a shirt off
and putting it back on
during the show
and the drunken stories
the cats
the mirrors
the blue
getting trapped in a fastfood wc
and finding out
shoukran
walking back
we were so close
and more chilling
the smiles again
the lonely planet
sitting on the floor
laughing
a smirk i had
the spooky stories
is there more to it
the talk in the taxi
some kind of consensus
the animal
being a bit of a girl indeed
but hey!
and then the zz
very little sleep
and the last day
the tourist crap
my own little guidance
king tuth
the tomb
the everything else
the very well lit museum
the heat
my green turban
the walk back
i crap on the camels
the taxi driver’s shopping
get me the fuck outta here

and the last night in cairo.. yet

the tea
the full moon
dontforgetdontforget
the cakes
the water
the lady pays
the walk
and then…
the most beautiful thing
and i had to think of the char
but definitely
the lights
million little lights
the song
the sky
and she stared longingly at what she had lost
wir werden sie wiedersehen
the taxi drive home
same old sandwich we made
and the flight back
with a little more luggage
although i left something behind

minilogues in bangla

the red backpack
followed by one hell of a wake-up-call
the train
the turquoise hoodie
ice
frankfurt
skyrail to terminal 2
the very long german queue
kuwait
the neverending road
the glowing settlement
ku WAIT
the smoking boxes
the lost ‘wiki’ng
m. macht mir sorgen
the terminal hotel
the american aircraft
the rooms
the pink shining twins
and then checkout
7 hours
the terminal
the sheik river
the black ladies
sa nu se uite orice maturator dupa femeia ta
henna hands
the coffee
mentioning jernej
waiting at gate 24 or so
no makeup
machst trotzdem was her
the handshake
getting on
‘ce ochi frumosi ai’
30 mins
and then the return
a burning cockpit i thought
in case we all die
ich liebe dich
getting back
waiting at gate 24 or so
haendel
aussie rap
chibitz
cards
reading newspapers
ipods
the delay
10.00 a.m.
back to the hotel
jette
sitting on the floor
with mr ragallEUr
dreaming of a shisha
the morning after
the swimming pool
with one hell of a view
chillin` on the benches
looking for the grey hoodie
and the glasses
gate 6 or so
getting on
the two free seats in front of me
sharing the flight
the cut-off fingertip
the lamb-dinner
spirals on the seat
chatta chatta
chipmunks
falling asleep
dhaka
green road
sel nibash
the 1st glimpse
the night
nopti la serampore
rerereloaded
the smell
of death
and two steps later
of jasmin
stepping in goo
and then stepping on flowers
the white building
with the black hole
square windows
dinner
20days in athens terminal
the chat
ce? ce? ce?
the best bread in the world
the walk back
sleep
3.40 a.m.
what time is it?!
warum bin ich so munter?!
5 a.m. the muadhdhin
getting up
anna hugs us
we get on the bus
leaving dhaka
heading north
the campus
the 1st taste of herzchen
and tea
brick
shithouse
disinfecting stuff
the cockroach colony
which we grew to ..
well.. accept
the seat
diagonal front
mr wikipedia
and mr ragallEUr
the dude with the very low pants
and him
and jette again
me
and some other people
bengalischer koks
the village
the two sides of the road
the setting sun
the rikshaws
the stares
far too many stares
getting cornered
back on the bus
the dust
and the mist
and the 1st glimpse of the rice fields
the peace
the horizon
melts
departe de mine
grey
and distant thunder
and reaching the chars
stares
the boats
sand and water
sonst nichts
nimic altceva
tot mai departe de mine
the wind
the white scarf
reaching the boat
friendship
medicine sans frontiers
the char again
the evening
and the night
pulling my chair closer
poti sa fugi
n.g.o.s
the food
the moskito net
the 40 cm hole
the moskitonetflwer
which hypnotized me
crossing feet
calling an early monsoon
the thunder
and the lightning
the hand
the piano person
anna sleeping on top of me
touch
ninja boats
the sentinel
we saw during lightning
the storm coming
i come i come i come
come on!
the boat shaking
broke
water
staying up all damn night
the jokes
the mafia play
i murder them all
cold blooded
and a powernap
breakfast
sunrise on the back of the boat
water runner patterns
back on the boats
falling asleep through the chars
the huge ZZZ
a little cold
a little hot
a little too hard
the TINY frog
the village
the corn fields
and chocolate
the tiny goats
the duckies
back on the dusty road
a whole-day-blackout-sleep
the village at night
the road which was too narrow
the step into the darkness
the striped shirt
why are you smiling like that?
coming out of the dark?
the time machines
the tvs
the public space
then nothing
reaching meti
hanging around
waiting for everybody to sleep
the electric toothbrush in the jungle
the horizon
and the thunders
the talk
tinitus
friends
home?
a little crazy
the sounds
the frogs
the birds
the thunder
the seagals
a little too cold
the wet hair
the wind
going up
look over there
thunderstorms
dont make it complicated
it`s not
good.
storm coming
i come i come i come i come
come on!
came one
lightning
got us cornered
power failure
the hoodies
the dark shadow
a dog
the flashlight
piano play on my back
the monsoon
which came early
only we knew why
unleashed everything
perfect timing
synchronized everything
alles passt

to be continued

the sleep
no water
no electricity
but i brush my teeth
with a vibrator
breakfast
on my knees
tea
with cream
and rice
rice
rice rice rice
the village
manica
the clay hut
clay
and some more
the hindu village
rikshaws
the driver
crack
speed
the song
a very sweaty shirt
a little wind
bliss
vanishing points
green
verde crud
verde crud
pure
bliss
tiny goats
windshields
hindu temple
red flowers
on water
and naked trees
meetu
calling me over
the wheel turns
cellphone pictures
by the dozen
color drops
take one
rice on a leaf
tea in the hut
disinfecting stuff
then the rain
the drive back
the sun
the bliss
the rice fields
the ghosts
the bats
the shower scene
the walk back
through the darkness
the dinner
on the floor
rice again
the flashlight
the night
serampore
the sky
was broken
now its upside down
the moskito nets
and the princesses
being creative
das frettchen
the greek girl
the many other..
the backyard
the ex-jungle
the spirits
the smoke
watching the skies
and waiting
for a new life
lovely
then sleep

to be continued
the last tea
on the floor
flashbacking
on the night
prior
monkey screams
and huge bats
and chasing children
prinsea
all bygone
sitting on the foundation
upset
muede?
ich will hier
nie mehr weg
back on the bus
a long ride
parazitii
fingers on a hood
bollywood
crossing the street
our little friends
flows
and spleens
and flows again
the brick factory
1000×1x0.75€
the hindu
temples
and the color drops
a million
following us
purple and reeed and yellow
mampfred the propfet
then dhaka
the lobby
the internet queue
the trip
new orleans
400years ago
not the right century after all
selma
nora
meema
the sun
and the longer talk
do i know the etiquette
never forget
wishing for a new life
old dhaka
the chakas
dont touch me im married
von wegen, heh
very unflattering clothes
but wth
the proposal
i voyeured
wish i had a tele
then the walk through the park
the mist
the talk
wish i could stay
mr. lederer
then the other talk
new friends
i see you`re married
looking for it
the corner of my eye
spotting what i wanted to see
never forget
cafe mango
the yum
the chats
the rikshaw with the viking
the lobby again
prrr prrr prrr
taking my washed clothes back
light out
the wall
the fan
the guy with the water
prrr prrr prrr
stop that
i get flashbacks
good.
the workshop
the ARRR-team
liquid
the mew mew
the compliments
kein deutsches haendchen
the jury
the rooftop
i wouldve spent some more time on
going to eat
pizza
BEAH
my savior
saved me from the truck 1st
then from the pizza
then from the mad rikshaw
byurani
or something
das bengalische haendchen
‘ich will gar nicht wissen wie…’
pft that was weird
and fish
and dessert
the green walls #1
and the chairs
miam!
then back
the chit chat
the beg
taking the rikshaw
flashback from the 1st night in dhaka
green road
the trip day
kahn
…
corners
light
mosque
grey
concrete
i`m stoned
art school
stink
memorial site
and the unexpected
light
and concrete
and a column
sonst nichts
angles
and silence
all in my head
after every corner
something strikes
remembering
architecture
the dinner at the architect`s house
dont forget dont forget
orange flowers
raven
the night again
can`t remember how many there were
cafe mango
sharing a table
and a hamburger
and a very awakward moment
we bypassed on the rikshaw
i.w.d.g.k.
a hand
you get the feeling you might die
the very next second
at least we don`t die alone
and then we live
and it`s lovely
the xmas house
the bridge
and the hill
my back
the last day trip
brak uni
the smirk
the studios
living in the fringe
something beautiful again
and then
the raga
speechlessly staring
the m.v.d.r. seats
the porch
the sun setting over dhaka
through a slit
never forget never forget
just sitting there
vibrate
cry
a string
then nothing
the good-bye dinner
sharing jettes seat on the bus
a faux pas i felt
is that what i am?
not-so-peachy
speel
so-to-speak
the walk back
being a little confused
should we stay?
was that real?
leaving home for good?
waiting for a new life…
the internet queue
the last one standing
the walls
pass auf dich auf..
kleiner nimmersatt
all the things
a little pressure..
grey
the last day in dhaka
the shopping frenzy
arrong
the sarees
the princess
the orna
the gamsha i didnt buy
blackandwhite
the architect saree
wth
heh
1700tk i owe now
hugs
the car left
spent the last dime
fucha
or something
the last tea in the campus
the last dinner
bread
and marriage proposals
and my finger in the door
the powernap
the trip home
forward to mexico
waiting for a new life
one month to go..

to be continued?

minilogues with the dirty old man

feb. 04

the flight
back
blue air can suck me!
arad
zero visibility
a rush of blood to the head
the blonde lady
with the wooshing ears
the mother
with the awesome cheekbones
the stupid
stewardess
being calm
the wait
and wait
and wait…
prepare for boarding
arrival
the white caps
and the nice german dude
rkw
night
the first glance
at the dirty old man
whom i wish they had bombed
but i secretly …
feel something about
the big whites
and the fog
the drive
and the bwooom bwooom
la mama
the mall
ancutza
monden?
the drive
and the burning rubber
the hiding
the “ssshhh” who aimed me
being a refugee in my own home
the whirlpool
the blue duckie
tee veee
der stau
delirious bucharest
the dirt
the shit
the light
the fakeness
the many many ugly people
oh how i hate this city
old streets
naked trees
mist
cubicles
strangers
memories
pain
park
many vegetal lives
moon
rubber i burned
the tears this dirt swallowed
urban
the transition
from seagulls to history to slum
clusters
dust
clouds
air
something like gold in the atmosphere
gold teeth and a curse for this town
fru fru
exploring
the urbin
how i missed this dirty bastard
i never belonged to him
the emotions
of something that only WAS
and the emptiness
of the currently existing
dirt
spit
pain
hatred
death
and traces of gold in the air
how i missed him
stau
STAU
hiding
driving back
waiting for tomorrow
to meet the slide
and the old man again
i`m going deeper inside
the transition
from dirt to nothing to slum to …
something that i never posessed
traces of death in my hair.
nothing clean
i wish someone would bomb this
and everyone inside
make the world a better place..
nothing compared to the big gentlemen
and the dirty old hobos
nothing like athens or marseille
nothing like barcelona or paris
nothing like prague or amsterdam
a big pile of shit
with shiny neon-tubes growing out of it
like secret… searchlights
forces you to look up
into the smog
and wish for a stealth bomber
und ab und zu
i notice
the naked trees
the mist
the burning leaves
geometric birds
smoke
and something like a golden thread though the air
through the old ladies
and the concrete
and the dirt
and the 3million people in there
this would never be
my partner of choice
but the golden thread
remains tied up to my little finger

feb. 05

we had
dirt
too much dirt
tags
grafitti
hobos
sluts
streetkids
the dirty old man outdid himself
but we had
cornuletze 7days
ciucalata calda
asistenti
rlk
slide
the boy with the smile
the people i couldn`t maweet :sigh:
wo was`n stealth this time
but i was
and we had
irish coffee
greek restaurants
spending moneymoneymoneeey
a dirty talk
papanashi
the long brown hair
the red lips
the drive home
rkw
the fog
and the mist
the coloured dots
the big house
covered in yellow light
and green light
pink floyd
psychedelic old city
and more dirt
the drive through the night
the lovin`
the shower scene
the droplets
the big bang
the hugs
sleep
morning
hurryhurryhurry
no moneys
<< poate ca vreau sa le sabotez sistemu` lor de cacat!>>
the run
the cough
the cold cold air
the atm
the wait
the luv
the wuv
beton
hih
back from the olde country
back to the work
and the golden threat
tied to my fingers

minilogues on the rear window

jan. 31

the rear window
the 3rd floor
the 6th floor
chocolate-fondue
arms
the gang
retro glasses
the night
the gaze
the blue
the day
mensa@12.30
frusteinkauf
rouge
stumble
stress
night
sri lanka
giggle
the black and the blue
sparta
the london clock
stubsnase
skype
the talk
neighbourhoodies spread the love
muffesausen
short trip
incognito
pfaffenwaldring 14
stewie
u.s.w.

minilogues.nl

jan. 20

I AMsterdam
the bus
the huge dumbs
the big communist country
and the big continent
the secrets
the insider jokes
the stadion
and the plastics-museum
the many coloured seats
the dollface
the orange heads
the bridge
the road
ce pacat ca is atatea mori de vant,
ca nu vedem mori de vant.
lars whatshisface
city emotions
the murder
and the happiness
and the dead bird
inside a cage
de 1500€ crap
the machine for world peace
verlangen
amsterdam
stayokay
the lovebox
move bitch
the district
the donerladen
the weird hambruger
the walkie walkie
the closed road
the jaegermeister
a girl who was happi
a girl who got 23
we are one big family
slavic youth
vilma
some more shots
the night
and the morning after
the trip
the bus
going batty
the names of my unborn children
ian and pia
televizor si student
the vertical skies
pecarusii grafici
the laugh attacks
so hard i cried
java
borneo
overexposed skies
and seagulls again
mvrdv
manymanymany
blue is our new green
stop fountainhead
graCHHHten
the alphabet who lets children drown
muzichie
the clap-clap
“poate ca eu VREAU sa sabotez proiectu lor de cacat!”
lmao
standing on thin air
glass walls
the object
with the perfect sound
and the l.e.d.s
sonst nichts
the jazz-room
and the view over the harbor
and the 10m console
finding nemo
lovely dirty copper
the blubb
the compositions
the bus again
the gossip
the she-bridge
who stood on a seil
the vogel-vollieren-net
beware of the cyclists!!
the lunchbox
the other itke-fetish
this is fucking it?!?
i`m orgasmic
totally relating to the elephant crossing the netherlands
totally spaced-out
under the seaaa under the seaaa
the hurry
the weirdo with his cows
dutch tv
cameramancandy
the rain
rainrainrainrainrain
lelystadt
agora
now i want you to pretend you`re in a theatre
pink bullets
eyecandy
brought to you and presented by
mancandy
lights
mirrors
leading me into the light
designmodell
you notice that the walls of the theatre
are painted red
folding
and folds
and the redred rose
and custom-made seats
the lounge
the beauty
being a little dizzy
the night
the walkie
the falafel
boris
lena
welma
who was a vilma
“ich lass mich doch nicht hashentjungfern”
and the 3 of us
the coffeeshop
tourists
“the same please”
“here you go”
“2€”
the walk
borneo at night
the water
irizatii
slippery road
the wind
the droplets
under the bridge
the red star
the night sky
and the whipping willow
yellow whips
wet benches
sssss
the twists and swings
s: “prietenu meu s-a dat la fund, bagami-as pula”
b: “aaa?”
gaelic
ireland
the woosh
si casa poporului
goa
3 kids
and the old dude
the spliff
and then nothing
the giggle
vorbim sau nu vorbim
the pda-chat
and the wonder
and the little houses on the water
on the graCHten
the red building
the tram
and the bridge again
the way home
the next
the i amsterdam bag
goa again
mmm
the pvc-floor
the shower
bunny-eyes
dream on dreamer
the best sleep of my life
in the lovebox
with the coloured stripes
the lovely morning after
shoebaloo
green lights
and neons
and the rain
with compositions
green green grass of amsterdam
the white birds
man with dog
forgetting the big dumb chinese boys
wooshing off
utrecht
biblioteca
black walls
red squares
cum naiba ajungi acolo?!
lunchie
shiny shiny
the red coat chick
and the blondes
random shots
going superduperhot
student boxes
the redhead
the gfk
gfkgfkgfk
the rain through little holes
the mini-mini-mini existenz
a few million bicycles in the netherlands
the rain again
the huge
the coloured boxes
happy people
the trip back
the religious experience
the holy graal
robotic lady
presenting the machine
in this bed
mister rietveld
fucked misses schroeder`s gash
open
and close
pull
and push
a ritual
white and red and blue
everything fitting
O_O
every-fucking-thing
except for the chair in the dark room
the fields
the white houses
the random compositions
who are never random
the evening
the dinnertable
the empty seat
OMG ITS HIM
a dinner date
cu pitzi de la nu-chiar-un studio-oarecare
the black-rimmed glasses
taking them off
the looks
leaning over the table
flirt?
“du hast recht”
the talk
architecture
after-vordiplom
p: “ben insisted”
ben!
omfg
sipping
the white wine
and the words
“daca as fii o pi#da…”
mmm
miam!
m-i-fucking-am!
the fish
lasagna
the evil little grin
“hast ihn in verlegenheit gebracht”
“ich lass ihn noch ein bisschen dort”
the compliments on my german
recommendations
eleven
the leave
by night
the beers
the fellows
the saying buhbye
the zwinker-zwinker
and the shmile
the other dudes
blonde omupadurii
and the neo-ns
dutch beer
the bar
the wtfwth get me out of here
the goths
and the weirdos
the walk back
the lights on the water
the stupid little dwarf
de ce ti-e frica nu scapi
the city center
the rain
the bars
hard rock cafe amsterdam
the nice dutch dude
filmele
along the canale grande
the dutch night
the leave
the waterz
superfilme
twins
and towels
and rained chicks
the talk
which i may not reproduce
the 2hour walk through the amsterdammer night
getting home
superfilme
pitzi
the little street
who disappeared
the heart on the wall
the next spliff
“iah seid schon vergiefted”
geopened
ssssss
nothing
did i mention filme?
dreaming of the dinner date
the youngster
the sleep
and the dreams
the way back
museum
the van goGH
the tortuletz
blubblubbblubluublubbblubbb
the virgin and the lotus chick
remembering the mad architecture
loving amsterdam
loving the netherlands
sleep depravation
the electro party i didnt visit
but next time

we`ll meet again

winterlogues

dec. 30

we had
the fountain
chocolate
barfe
toph
more chocolate
powder snow
ice
drifts
the 14-year-olds
jernej ice-skating
high heels
cuddles
finnish fish dreams
arctic pick-a-nick
more ice
did i mention ice?
-7 dC
400-700
patterns
beauty
the talk
with my old man
the fire
the phat
the sausage
the onion
more ice
white wire forest
white noise
white thoughts
the one-eyed cars
the wild-goose-hunt
the way back
the prodigy?
new year whatta?
lens wishes
spacesheep

minilogues from back ins schwabenlaendle

jan. 08

we had:

“what are we going to do this new year`s pinky?
the same thing we go every year brain..
look for a cafe` on the 31st in the afternoon,
find “haller”
and have one hell of a new year!!!”
wooo
then
the going out
i r legend0rz
shichinin no samurai
rashomon
california
dreaming
the visits
the toledo-sword
“azi varsam sange de om”
“la multi ani”
“eu sunt so-and-so”
“er.. incantat”
the barefoot man
with the sword
who accidentally dropped on the floor
to caress the pasha
and offered <3 a job
and the WTF
WTFWTFWTFTW
bruk people
lovely people
in crama
si in haller
the fun
the innuendos
the inside jokes
zwinker-zwinker
and the blue tight blouse
strange package
postal-office
the surprise
unexpected
bamboo
weirdness
complex
need to learn
being too old
ah whateverz
the cuddles
the rain
glatteis
iiiiiiii… buf!
the flight back
the missing <3
the amok-run
blisters on my fingers
from carrying
shopping bags
the cleaning up
the sheep
sonne: doof
alle anderen: doof
baumchen: doof
arbeit: doof
krabbelkafer: doof
blumchen: doof
ich: doof
..
ohne dich ist alles doof <3
..
eXistenZ
waking up at night
wanting to fly away
she`s lost her mind, ey?
well still
muah!

minilogues de acasa

dec. 25

the home
the night
seinfeld
the cuddle
the fire
cottoncandy
watercolor
the green sofa
the saree
tibet
.
via zwarwald
whom i`ll introduce later
i had another epiphany
everything
is hectic
we run and shout
and worry and race
but every now and then
or so
we stop
and gaze thoughtfully
head slightly tilted forth
remotely absent
mildly enlightened
absolutely still

while the a.t.m. calculates the remaining score

minilogues december

dec. 18

we had
anna moving into #4
pearly powder
remembering the big red button
and a certain national night
the shower dream
the night before
1 a.m.
kinder friends
caipirinha
.it leaving
drunk stories
with a german
and a greek
phd
drying behaviour of mushrooms
and architecture
deserted stuttgart
and falafel
train back
three nights before
feuerzangenbowle
thatcher
faux pas?
playing santa
sticking gummibearz
e.w.a.
jute reinforced concrete
the smile
the wait
holding the door open
crina
waving
wishes
studivz
the profile-check
the plot
for the xmas mail
dreaming
endorphines
chile
watercolour
the grin
the geek
the enigma
raw form
edgar
zwarwald
light-up
was wuenschst du dir?

minilogues on balkan beats

dec. 15

we had
i.l.e.k. xmas decorations
contractions
kinetics
a smile
a haircut
a very short pony
tight pants
italian b-day (#1)
da vinci
kaja`s sonntag morgen (#2)
the black dress
the comb
the curly red
the israeli
the many bulgarians
balkan
the drunken people on the train
the flower in my hair
the two strangers
getting lost
getting even more lost
being absolutely lost
1 a.m. – somewhere am arsch der welt
the taxi
pitish
twisty road
the old trainstation
the old trainstation-halls
the industrial scenery
the disco-ball
fanfara kalashnikov
the trumpets
gogol bordello
shukar collective
balkan beats (#3)
the irony of the whole thing
balkan nights
the lovely bulgarians
and some other people
feet aching
the campfire
the rat
and the mousie-talk
and the t.p.-talk
and the strawl through the park
and then finally max kade
the crazy fat dude
who smuggled m.j.
and forgot where he left it
the pooping in the field
and the ferrero candy
laugh attacks at 5 a.m.
the arabic snore
the smalltalk
the russe person
the sun not rising as expected
the phone calls
torturing the flat-mate
the u5
the way back
8 a.m.
the sleep

of black cats and white cats
and the irony of going “wooo”

minilogue about fear and loathing in baden-wuerttemberg

oct. 20

we had:
schwabenbrau
maultaschen
brezel
emotions
..in a bang & olufsen store
pussy inc.
simpsons impressionism
150m over the sunset
wind
overlapping
fear and loathing in baden-wurttemberg
rabindranath tagore
louis
passion one
flashbacks on folding architecture
fractals
pneus in nature and technology
keeping up with the japanese
material world
the swiss chick
the belgian chick
the polish and the italians
cyber
sagrotan
xs
plantie
the ddr dude
being a geek
jaegermeister
sexy tutor bitches
i.l.e.k. brings sexy back
beton for 6 months
sichtbeton
moehringen bahnhof
yoko who?
pimkie
po-mo
acidheads
clock going backwards
a thing made out of pure cuteness
the 3 pigletz
happiness
skype galore
mister sobek
and a shitload more to come

minilogues with the butcher boy

aug. 08 was:

what the bloody hell was THAT?!?!!?!?! lol
O.o
lovely two weeks with a bunch of strangers. lovely.
and there were:

mythos beer
[cheers to yoyo for actually introducing me to the art of drinking beer]
3 dogs
sun
a tent
a pool
a mandolin
the moon
a girl who sang a song
a girl who lived with the circus
a girl who looked perfect in the morning
a girl i married
0.80 € tickets
names i cannot spell
supersurfaces
valentina
painted walls
melon with cheese
iris water from loutraki
a black porsche
a full moon
our special corner
very long talks
very drunken talks
panties in my pocket
a boy who smoked a pipe
a boy who played the pipe
a boy who had water
a boy who had beer
a boy who had vodka melons
flowers in the windows
heat
wind
the sea
sunken ships
a concrete factory
pretty legs
leprechauns
vampires
the good morning people
the horny belgian
the workaholic german
the annoying smile
the shower box
the info point
projections
tv
finding true love inside the trash
beatles not looking for love
a lost green t-shirt
a new dress
the annoying italian girl
the workshop that gave us o.c.d.
train tickets
field matress
the same clothes
sleep depravation
we are your friends
pippin
drum and base
trips
the stars
toilet party
nasty locals
throw the damn t.p. in the bag
dublin city in the rare ould times
the vodka
the paper-tasty water
sex
the ouzo and the girl-talk
mornings
no mornings
elefsinners
athens
missing the exit on aegina
empty poros
princess of death
who had a tan
and was still pale
the bruises
the polish girl with the gaze
the very tall people
an empty house
a shipwreck
a floaty thing
a city i don`t know
old navy
davidoff
west
lucky strike
kinder maxi king
the sunburn
the scaffolding
the ladder
corbusier
a splash against my hollow bones
psychedelic
a butcherhouse
fortunetelling
waving
searching
the striped shirt
the cap
eilish
irish coffee
fake city
locals giving out free beer
the railroad tracks
the islands
the pot i didn`t smoke
the walks home
new slang
the kink
red duck tape
cutters
anastasia
big-eyed shrimp
sagrada familia
mellow nights
concrete pillows
the lucky lighter
feeling watched
moebius
cigarettes
squishies
tequila squishies
quicksilver
ice coffee
my name
the very very blue
colours
cut shower courtains
doris
gradene
volleyball
the lecture i missed
008?
the chills
the kinky yellow dress
the bet
the many many irish people
light hair
happiness
white white foam
the stranger`s perfume
non-gravity
the sidewalk
the tricky black dog
people i never saw
and some i saw every day
the bloody melon baby
the dance
abba
my sweet agony
dj shadow
the phone bill
hand-made cigarettes
the new neighbour
accents
plastic chairs
you are very light
white t-shirts
the smirk
the dirty talk
the architecture sucks t-shirt
the fans
the wedding dress
tv on a wall
cottoncandy
sweat
goody`s
seagals
the airconditioners
the trip back
spontaneous breakouts
the laugh-attack
gossip
getting married
flashbacks