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I call my friends "frontstabbers" because I'm always looking back. My lazy eyes and complacent heart take the wheel from bewildered cerebrum. Interrogation proves it all, that what "seems" isn't necessarily truth on the tongues of the convicted.                                                                   ( Is it physical?                                                                        or Is it verbal? ) Guilty until proven dead-to-you. There's nothing I can apologize for that I haven't already confessed through hoarse throat and broken-up sentences. but this, I have no business in saying? All signs point to adult

A-mazing Slow down, take a breath and wipe your eyes Allow yourself to see There are no straight lines That help you to rush To where you want to be. In the winding path, that mystic old pattern You'll reveal what is  for you Look down at your feet Get rid of those shoes And feel just where you tread. Find your own pace, look around, meditate your way And as soon as you trust that sinuous line It will allow you to enter The only place you can ever unwind: You'll find yourself at the center.

Connections (Munich) tut tut tut "The number you've called is not available at present." (Berlin) tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut «Hello. From Family xyz there is only the hamster at home at the moment… » (Frankfurt) tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut "Hello?" "Hello my name is .. I'm calling from the company Top Tip Nord." CLICK: The words are pouring out of my mouth like an endless chain of polished plastic beads, interrupted only by the angrily tired replies: "We are not interested!"  "Call somebody else!" "I have barely enough money to live!"  A baby crying in the background.  A woman sobbing on