The hope dies last ...
Sometimes I wish I were a really consistent man. Then I would in fact delete all my stuff off the web and finally admit that I failed.
Unfortunately I am not a consistent person. And the last thing I would add is that you have failed. I do not know if anyone is aufgefalllen, I have been one and a half years, nothing really new anymore have written English either here or in my journal. All that came on were somehow preserved.
My last update was really fresh in November 2008. I wish I could say I've forgotten my muse in New York, but it was already in Chicago for half a year ago no longer on board. I think I've lost it somewhere in the North Sea when I was January 2009 in England.
The problem is as fast as I can not get back to the North Sea. Maybe I'll ask my mom if she nachschaut times when they would soon go on holiday. I can imagine not only that they recognize the thing would. So this is also difficult. Seems as though
I continue to wait for a miracle. Everybody knows, the hope dies last.
BTW ... I hate rain. Rain make me mad and I'm starting to babble on. If it is not finally stop to piss, I wander out under my blanket and come out only wiooeder when it snows.
