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Monday, September 4th 2006, 1:45pm

Mal abgesehen davon, dass du wie immer höchstens 20% von dem kapiert hast was da geschrieben steht könnte ich ebenso sinnfrei fragen; Was geht es dich an was ich von andren Menschen halte?



dumm? Ich?
Aus deinem Mund ist es ein Kompliment.

32

Monday, September 4th 2006, 1:51pm

na wenigstens einer der meien komplimente zu schätzen weiß

33

Tuesday, September 5th 2006, 4:14am

Quoted

You think I’m an ignorant savage
And you’ve been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don’t know?
You don’t know...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev’ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a strange
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never end

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know

And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind

34

Tuesday, September 5th 2006, 5:34am

RE: Vogelgrippe

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Original von OLV_sid_meier
ist Euch eigentlich aufgefallen, wie sehr das Thema in den Medien breitgetreten wurde, und jetzt hört man NULLKOMMANIX mehr davon ?
wer will uns eigentlich verarschen ?
von BSE hört man auch nix mehr, hat's wohl nie gegeben ...


Also wenn ich mir hier so einige Beiträge Durch Lese könnte man schon meinen das es BSE noch gibt.