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Wos i in 2025 ondas gmocht hed Goa nichts! Na ned nur nix, sondern goa nix. Vergiss des Wochnend, mir wird jeder Tog gleich liab sein. Das Handy bleibt die Toschnlompn. Ich hass dich du gschissns Handy, schleich dich. Ja, dich mein ich. 2025 woa a hetz, ich hab tatsächlich eine wuzikleine Sammlung von 15mb an  grottenschlechten Texten beisammen. Mit 21.Februar.2025 sind das gut vierundvierzig, ich schreibs aus zwecks Wow-Effekt, Wochen an einem Versprechen, mich zumindest ein

Sir, this is the third time we have caught you taking off on unlocked bikes on the street. Even if the owner is not here, it does not give you permission to use it in their stead. Since the bike is not damaged and you admit it, we will let you off the hook with a warning. I mean, why would you wash and polish the bike that, past midnight,  you had grabbed and non-chalantly driven off the security camera angle. The owner said you pumped up the tires the next morning, why would

What is it that connects people? I engage in conversations with at least a dozen people a day, some of them repeatedly, some of them irregularly. For a long time, I thought it’s pain that connects. A vulnerable look into the other person’ eyes. You don’t like them? Well, maybe you haven’t felt the same type. I wonder what even dares me to think that others connect with me through pain in the first place, it’s kind of sad if you think about it, it’s as if I was reducing myself