Es war einmal ein hässlicher Typ der popelte immer in der Nase und aß das Gefundene anschließend auf.
seine Freunde fandend das ziemlich abstoßend also spielten sie ihm einmal einen Streich damit er damit aufhörte- in der Nacht kam sein Kumpel Kai zu ihm während er schlief und steckte in seine Nase...:D
am nächsten Tag popelte der hässliched Typ wieder.
Er wollte das Gefundene in seinen Mund schieben, docch dann....er bekam seinen Finger nicht mehr aus der Nase! xDD
Er zog und zerrte aber der Finger klebte fest.
Zu spät war ihm die Sekundenkleberverpackung nebn seinem Bett aufgefallen, die sein Kumpel Kai letzte Nacht dort vergessen hatte...

Und die Moral von der Geschicht,
KLEBERPOPEL SCHMECKEN NICHT!!! ^^

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I‘m not dumb,neither bald.
My Farewell is easily turned active,i was always raging the Lab,Bias,,but getting tired was so mentaly frustrating,turning my Suffering to sleep grew a Monster of an intelligent Agenda out of my sub-concious Waketh,my Dreams turned Reality to Fears and my Focus spot a emerge Difference of an outer World,messing my Heart and cultivating my Mind.
Caring back to Memories was getting an awful Delight,but surely,the Horror i didn‘t mentioned turned my Life to an strong Disaster,i was loose frustrated without any Options,captioning any possible Chance getting back up still seems so far,beside my Meantime there is so much Space,i feel spaciously spotted all around,i would like to call my Obsession of the Crowd paranoid or even better hall-lucinating,but the Truth i discovered is so strange,no Range of Stupidity or Stronghold of Beliance,Desire or Delay,it turned out to be the Opposition of the concious State of Mind in the undergrounded Pattern of God,the Matters of my Speeches and the Faculty of my retired Language is no Opportunity,it has invented an Art of Subculture of Modes and Codices,that not even appearing Angels,Aliens neither too,couldn‘t resist,i have turned out to be the Setter of my Creation,the living Entity with his personal and subdued Word of Creating the natural Evidence awaked as renewed Deity in turning the Soul into proceeding Culture and my inhilated Embodiement of the Spirit into the All pervading and influent universal Personality,that recreates the artificial Ressources into tanguable and modifiprecaused Empowerment of all possible Inspiration as the only sacregated Holy Panthenomn of all divine Characterism in and all about its famous Deliverance and languable Saffrenomioum,it leaves me Rest- and Sleepless and in between Hurting and Pleasing me.

Where should i start off,start over and bind on!?

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Toast + Toast = Sandwich ❤️ :((